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and the soft voice in which he spoke to 

 her were very touching, and she, like a 

 spoiled girl, did just as she pleased, but 

 with the evident intention of reciprocating 

 Jim's affection. She wore no blinders and 

 went along the sandy road at any gait 

 that happened to please her for the mo- 

 ment. The little mare would leisurely jog 

 off to one side of the road to keep in the 

 shade of the maples, and then deliberately 

 cross over to trot in the shade of the but- 

 ter-nuts on the other side, if that was the 

 better side. She threw her head around 

 over her shoulder and looked straight at 

 Jim when he spoke to her, meanwhile not 

 changing her gait. She stopped a moment 

 to rub noses with a cow near the road and 

 then went on again without command. 

 Passing an old stone wall, Syb stopped so 

 quickly that we were almost pitched out, 

 and with ears pricked up she reached her 

 head over the fence to look at something. 



" What is it, Jim ? " I asked. 



" Woodchuck rustlin' in the leaves, I 

 guess. [Standing up to look.] Yep ! 

 woodchuck ! G' long, Syb ! " 



