"Oh, I have tried, Miss Forster, I really have! I've said it over to myself hundreds of times in bed, but my inside won't do it."
Harebell was very miserable all that day. Andy and the Rector's groom started off in search of the lost pony, and his little mistress tried to do her lessons, but the day seemed as if it would never end. But at six o'clock Peter came running in from the garden.
"Chris is found! Andy is at the gate, and wants Harebell—"
Harebell flew out. The next moment her arms were round her pet, and her head resting on his silky mane. Chris bent his head round and nosed her face gently.
"Oh, Chris darling! Where have you been?"
"A farmer met him, and stabled him with his horses for the night. He could not make out where he hailed from. But we heard on it and went straight off. I'll exercise Chris till your aunt comes back, Miss Harebell. I dursn't trust him out with you after this!"
"I don't care! He's safe! He's found!"
Harebell was ecstatic in her joy. She could hardly tear herself away from her pet, till Andy reminded her, he would be wanting his feed; and then she reluctantly let him go, and watched him down the road with adoring eyes.
"Oh!" she said, throwing herself impulsively into the arms of Mrs. Garland, who came out to see what the children were doing, "I have joy again! Isn't it wonderful how different things seem when you're happy?"
"So they do, childie!"