'Good-mornin'!' said Dean, smiling as he pulled up beside us.
'Nice pleasant mornin'!' said Uncle Eb, as he cast a glance into the sky.
'What ye standin' here for?' Dean asked.
Uncle Eb expectorated thoughtfullyy.
'Jest a 1ookin' at the scenery,' said he. 'Purty country, right here! AIwus liked it.'
'Nice lookin' hoss ye got there,' said Dean.
'Grand hoss!' said Uncle Eb, surveymg him proudly. 'Most reemarkable hoss.'
'Good stepper, too,' said Dean soberly.