58 The Life Worth Living 



school, in every letter home were anxious 

 inquiries about her pet. It is her special 

 joy morning and evening to feed and curry 

 and brush that colt. The first thing she did 

 when she got home was to spring from the 

 carriage and throw her arms around his neck. 

 She is now profoundly considering the prob- 

 lem of whether she will make a riding horse 

 of him, or break him to shafts, or both. All 

 three of the children have saddles and ride 

 horseback like veteran cavalrymen. We 

 think nothing of sending our ten-year-old on 

 the fleetest saddle mare eight or ten miles on 

 an errand. 



They love the handsome thoroughbred 

 cows, too, watch their calves grow from 

 fluffy wobble-legs into big capering year- 

 lings, and soon learned that one breed of 

 cows do not give sweet milk and another 

 breed buttermilk. 



The puppies, perhaps, interest children 

 more than any other animals. I suppose 



