A SELF-SUPPORTING HOME 



not being able ta take advantage of the bar- 

 gain. Unknown to me, my family all com- 

 bined forces, and on Christmas morning, 

 when I went into the barn, I was surprised 

 by her whinnying a cheery season's greeting. 

 Poor old Dolly ! She had to wait some time 

 for her breakfast, for my pleased delight did 

 not permit practical, everyday necessities like 

 food being remembered, until a sharp stamp 

 of impatience from my new possession re- 

 called me to a sense of the responsibilities 

 of ownership. I could ride and drive, but 

 knew little of administering to a horse's real 

 wants, and the boy, my general assistant, 

 knew less. But where " there's a will there's 

 a way." In a visit to a near-by stock-farm, 

 the owner of which we had become friendly 

 with, lots of useful hints were picked up, and 

 practically applied to Dolly's welfare. 



Hitching up, like most new undertakings, 

 was fraught with amusing blunders. A 

 saddle and breeching are innocent looking 

 straps when on a horse's back, but the mo- 



