THE NICEST LITTLE HORSE IN THE WORLD. 3 



my face to see if I am a frieud, decides that I 

 am, and cnrls herself up by my side ; and being 

 devotedy attached to dogs, I consider this very 

 polite of Fan. 



" Fill your glass, my dear fellow. It is good 

 wine, isn't it?" says Greenwood, breaking in 

 upon my pleasant reflections. 



"Excellent!" I reply, and I mean it. "Eeally 

 good Pontet Canet has a richness, delicacy, and 

 character of its own, which seems to me in- 

 finitely superior to the great majority of those 

 full-bodied wines that give so many men the 

 gout." 



'' I thought you'd 'like it ; and you'll like that 

 little horse you're going to ride to-morrow, I'm 

 sure," Greenwood continued, filling his own 

 glass. 



"It's very good of you to mount me, for I 

 had simply nothing to bring," I reply. " Have 

 you had him long ? Oh no ! You bought him 

 at the last Selwood sale, didn't you ? " 



"Yes. Quite by chance I went there, but it 

 was a very lucky chance," Greenwood answered. 



" Was he cheap ? " I inquired. 



" Cheap for the horse he is. I gave .£180 for 

 him. Couldn't resist it ! When I saw that 

 fellow who rides them round take him over the 

 course, I determined money shouldn't stop me. 



