Very unlucky, I should say, it's because your father has no luck.
I'm a lucky person. God told me.
Aren't you growing too big for a rocking-horse? You're not a very little boy any longer, you know.
Well, I got there!
Daffodil! I doubt it, sonny. What about Mirza?
I only know the winner, That's Daffodil.
Daffodil
You do, do you! And when you're sure, like about Daffodil, what makes you sure, sonny?
Oh, well, I don't know, I'm sure, you know, uncle; that's all.
Quite moderately nice.
Didn't you have anything nice in the post for your birthday, mother?
My God, Hester, you're eighty-odd thousand to the good, and a poor devil of a son to the bad. But, poor devil, poor devil, he's best gone out of a life where he rides his rocking-horse to find a winner.