“Oh, no!” And Eunice laughed. “He looked so s’prised when he saw me sitting in the road,—just as if he didn’t know where I came from. I tried to catch him, but he wouldn’t catch. And then he seesawed with all his legs, and started for home.”
“You can leave the saddle beside the road, now,” said Grandmother. “David will come after it.”
After they reached home, she said to David: “I’m really glad that she wasn’t thrown. I never knew a Wood to be thrown!”
In the excitement of her ride, Eunice had almost forgotten Weejums, but was reminded of her by Mustard, who suffered from shyness under the cold stare of Senator Hicks, and filled all the night with his corn-colored howls.
“You’ll have to take him to bed with you,” said Grandmother. So Eunice and Mustard went to sleep in each other’s arms, and shared a common grief.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE SON OF SILVER BELL
IT seemed only a little later when Mustard wakened Eunice by a sudden jump, and she saw three bars of light moving across her wall. The light came from the yard, and the person who carried it must have been going toward the barn.
“Well, I suppose it’s morning,” she thought. “They always milk early.” But when she looked out, the stars were still shining, and there was not a sound to be heard.