“He will be quite safe,” said Tom; “Dapple is very steady, and if Master Georgey will hold tight by the halter, there is no fear of his tumbling off.”
“Oh, do let me go!” said George.
When nurse saw how quiet Dapple was, she let Tom lift Georgey on his back. Tom stroked the horse’s nose, and said—
“You will be glad of a rest in the stable, and of your supper.”
“What does he have for supper, Tom?” asked Georgey.
“Hay, and some oats,” said Tom.
“And what does he drink?”
“Fresh clear water,” said Tom; “horses like to have clean water to drink.”
“When I am big,” said George, “I will have a horse of my own, and I will ride on him every day.”
