“Well, maybe they get it and then lose it,” replied Jessie, “like some persons do their hair. Some persons have a great deal, and others are quite bald, you know, like Dr. Sadtler.”
This seemed a reasonable conclusion and Adele accepted it. “Well,” she said, “I hope if I ever do get my common sense that it will be nice and thick and long like Miss Eloise’s hair.”
“Is your cousin a little girl?” asked Jessie returning to her thoughts of Dapple Gray.
“No, he is a little boy, and he has been very ill, so papa said it would be a great comfort to him to have a little pony like that.”
“Is he a big boy?” asked Jessie.
“About as big as your brother Max.”
“He will hate to give Dapple Gray up?” said Jessie.
“Maybe he will be strong and well again by the time my common sense gets here,” said Adele. “I hope that won’t be so very long.”
“I hope so, too,” replied Jessie, thinking more of Dapple Gray than of Adele’s development.
“Cloudy is waking up,” said Adele. “I’d better send him back to you.”