"I would n't trust any of 'em when Miss Right comes along!" laughed Mrs. Cobb genially. "You never can tell what 'n' who 's goin' to please 'em. You know Jeremiah's contrairy horse, Buster? He won't let anybody put the bit into his mouth if he can help it. He'll fight Jerry, and fight me, till he has to give in. Rebecca did n't know nothin' about his tricks, and the other day she went int' the barn to hitch up. I followed right along, knowing she 'd have trouble with the headstall, and I declare if she wan't pattin' Buster's nose and talkin' to him, and when she put her little fingers into his mouth he opened it so fur I thought he 'd swaller her, for sure. He jest smacked his lips over the bit as if 't was a lump o' sugar. 'Land, Rebecca,' I says, 'how 'd you persuade him to take the bit?' 'I didn't she says, 'he seemed to want it; perhaps he 's tired of his stall and wants to get out in the fresh air.'"
