Chip, of the Flying U by B. M. Bower
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I've got two box stalls, and there's an old gray horse in the pasture--
the same old gray horse that come out uh the wilderness--with a bad case uh string-halt. I'll have some uh the boys ketch him up and you can start a horsepital!" "Is that supposed to be a joke, J. G.? I never can tell YOUR jokes by ear. If it is, I'll laugh. I'm going to use whatever I need and you can do without Mr.--er--those two men." "Oh, go ahead. The horse don't belong to ME, so I'm willing you should practice on him a while. Say! Dell! Give him that truck you've been pouring down me for the last week. Maybe he'll relish the taste of the doggone stuff--I don't." "I suppose you've labeled THAT a 'Joke--please laugh here,'" sighed Miss Whitmore, plaintively, climbing gingerly down. CHAPTER IV. An Ideal Picture. "I guess I'll go down to Denson's to-day," said J. G. at the breakfast table one morning. "Maybe we can get that grass widow to come and keep house for us." |
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