"You have made friends with the dogs," she said, with a slight smile.

Stafford laughed.

"Oh, yes. There must be some good in dumb animals, for most of 'em take

to me at first sight."

She laughed at this not very brilliant display of wit. "I assure you

they wouldn't cut me next time we met. You can't be less charitable

than the dogs, Miss Heron!"

She gave a slight shrug to her straight, square shoulders. The gesture

seemed charming to Stafford, in its girlish Frenchiness.

"Ah, well," she said, with a pretty air of resignation, as if she were

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tired of arguing.

Stafford's face lit up, and he laughed--the laugh of the man who wins;

but it died away rather suddenly, as she said gravely: "But I do not think we shall meet often. I do not often go to the other

side of the lake: very seldom indeed; and you will not, you say, fish

the Heron; so that--Oh, there is the colt loose," she broke off. "How

can it have got out? I meant to ride it to-day, and Jason, thinking I

had changed my mind, must have turned it out."

The colt came waltzing joyously along the road, and catching sight of

the chestnut, whinnied delightedly, and the chestnut responded with one

short whinny of reproof. Ida rode forward and headed the colt, and

Stafford quietly slid along by the hedge and got behind it.

"Take care!" said Ida; "it is very strong. What are you going to do?"

Stafford did not reply, but stole up to the truant step by step

cautiously, and gradually approached near enough to lay his hand on its

shoulder; from its shoulder he worked to its neck and wound his arms

round it.

Ida laughed.

"Oh, you can't hold it!" she said as the colt plunged.

But Stafford hung on tightly and yet, so to speak, gently, soothing the

animal with the "horse language" with which every man who loves them is

acquainted.

Ida sat for an instant, looking round with a puzzled frown; then she

slipped down, took the bridle off the chestnut and slipped it on the

colt, the chestnut, who evidently understood the business, standing

stock still.

"Now I'll hold it--it will be quieter with me--if you will please

change the saddle."

Unthinkingly, Stafford obeyed, and got the saddle on the jigging and

dancing youngster. As unthinkingly, he put Ida up; and it was not until

the colt rose on its hind legs that he remembered to ask her if the

horse were broken.




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