Horney

"I must be buying another cow in place of poor ould Horney," whispered Csar as he dived into the cattle stand.

Going away in the darkness, he heard Csar creaking up in the gig with old Horney, now old Mailie, diving along in front of him.

Within ten minutes, Old Horney met her at the front entrance.

Horney, was it true that the Press was making money at the time it closed?

Horney,” she questioned, “did you ever try to frighten me away from this building?