"A couple of years after that I was beatin' it on a rattler goin' west,
and I drops off at that town. About the first thing I seen was Toledo
comin' down the street. Alongside of him was a woman carry in' a kid in
her arms, and another one grazin' along close behind. And Toledo had a
loaf of bread under his arm.
"'This here is Mrs. Blake,' says Toledo, kind of nervous.
"'I am glad she is,' says I. 'Toledo, you're doin' well. Don't know
nothin' about the leetle colt in the blanket, but the yearlin' is built
right. He's got good hocks and first-class action.'
"Mrs. Toledo, she kind of sniffed superior, but said nothin'. You know
that kind of sayin' nothin' which is waitin' for you to move on.
"'Won't you come up to the shack and have grub?' says Toledo, hopin' I'd
say 'No.'
"'Nope,' says I. 'Obliged jest the same. I see you got hep to the ant
all right.'
"'I'll let you know I'm nobody's aunt!' says Mrs. Toledo, yankin' the
yearlin' off his hoofs and settin' him down again. For a fact, she thunk
I was alludin' to her.
"'Of course not, madam,' says I, polite, and liftin' me lid. 'And I
judge somebody's in luck at that.'
"I guess it was her not used to bein' spoke and acted polite to that got
her goat.
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