human
I was working in the Bellethorne stables when this mare was foaled. I was always let work about her. She's a wonnerful pedigree, Miss--aw, yes, wonnerful! And she was named for an 'igh and mighty lydy, sure enough.
gpt
Named for a lady? cried Betty.
human
Don't you mean for a girl?
gpt
Aw, not much! Such a lydy, Miss! Fine, an' tall, and wonnerful to look at. They said she could sing like a hangel, that she could. Miss Ida Bellethorne, she was. She ought've been a lord's daughter, she ought.
human
What became of her?
gpt
I don't know, Miss. I don't rightly know what became of all the family. I kept close to the mare 'ere; the family didn't so much bother me. But there was trouble and ruin and separation and death; and, after all, added the rubber in a lower tone,
human
It's quite wonderful, admitted Betty. But what seemed wonderful to her, the stableman did not know anything about.
gpt
I suppose the pretty mare is worth a lot of money?