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Show Trying Suggestion on the Mare. Twice as the bus slowly wended ita way up the steep Cumberland gap the door at the rear opened and slammed. At first those inside paid little heed; but at the third time they demanded to know why they should be disturbed in this fashion. "Whist," cautioned the driver, "don't spake so loud; she'll overhear us." "Who?" N "The mare. Spake low! Shure, Oi'me desavin' th' crayture! Bverry toime she 'ears th' door close she thinks wan o' yez is gettin' down tei walk up th' hill, an' that sort a' raises her sperrits." Success. |