I04 JUSTIN MORGAN 



land in their coach to enjoy the cool, summer breezes of 

 Vermont under the hospitable roof of their New Eng- 

 land friends. 



When the Judge brought them out to see his new barn 

 Morgan recognized the swish of her petticoats at once, 

 as Mistress Lloyd drew near the stable. 



Knowing how they loved good horses their host threw 

 open Morgan's door. 



There was an instant's pause, then : 



"Why, I know this horse !" cried Mistress Lloyd. '7 

 gave him his first blue ribband!" 



Oh, the melody of her voice, and the feel of her cheek 

 against his ! At last, after years of parting, they met — 

 and she had not forgotten him. Oh, wondrous mem- 

 ory of such a woman as she ! 



Morgan was glad the Judge's hired man had groomed 

 him so carefully that mornirig, and that not long before, 

 the stable floor had been strewn with fresh, sweet saw- 

 dust. 



"What a noble animal you've grown to be !" she whis- 

 pered in his waiting ear. "I predicted it full ten years 

 agone !" 



So it had been ten years since he had seen her last, yet 

 he had cherished her, and she him, in memory, all that 

 long time of busy scenes apart. 



He pushed his small muzzle in and out among the laces 

 and gauzes of her neck so gently they were not disar- 

 ranged, and she pressed her cheek close to his. Some- 

 thing in the tones of her voice told him she was not 

 happy, and as the delicious odor of her hair entered his 

 nostrils he whinneyed a question, softly. 



As if understanding, she answered, murmuring near 

 his ear, 



''Dear Little Horse," there was a catch in her voice, 'T 

 cannot buy you, even now, for our money is all gone ! 



