CHAPTER III.

AN EARLY MORNING’S DRIVE.

   

\{{ OOD evening, Miss Madge,” says
( he, as he touches his hat and
puts down his pipe,—‘ I suppose

KU mS you've come to have a look at the

new foal?”

“Well, I didn’t come on purpose,” I say
confusedly, “but I should like to see it
awfully, of course.” “Come along then,
Miss,” he says, and leads the way to a box
at the far end of the stable.

“Here he is,” says Simmons, and he
throws open the door with pride, and looks
as if he expected me to go in.

I have no intention of doing so however,
for Pve no fancy for being kicked, and the
foal is rushing round the box in such an