"Don't move none of them trunks," he cried, pointing with a pipe which he held in his hand. "It's only a morning visit, Tucker, you fool. Lor, what cracks that off hoss has in his heels! Ain't there no one at the King's Head to rub 'em a little? How do, Pitt? How do, my dear? Come to see the old man, hay? 'Gad--you've a pretty face, too. You ain't like that old horse-godmother, your mother. Come and give old Pitt a kiss, like a good little gal."

"Don't move them trunks," he cried. "It's only a morning visit, Tucker, you fool. How do, Pitt? How do, my dear? Come to see the old man, hay? 'Gad - you've a pretty face. You ain't like that old horse, your mother. Come and give old Pitt a kiss, like a good little gal."
