PAYNTER. She and the Governor don't hit it! One of these days she'll flit— you'll see. I like her— she's a lady; but these thoroughbred 'uns— it's their skin and their mouths. They'll go till they drop if they like the job, and if they don't, it's nothing but jib— jib— jib. How was it down there before she married him?
PAYNTER. She and the Governor don't hit it! One of these days she'll flit— you'll see. I like her— she's a lady; but these thoroughbred 'uns— it's their skin and their mouths. They'll go till they drop if they like the job, and if they don't, it's nothing but jib— jib— jib. How was it down there before she married him?