"So far you are right, Bobby," said father. "Now look at the ground over there where I have not yet plowed. Would wheat grow if I sowed it there?"
"I suppose not," said Bobby.
"No, indeed," said father. "It would lie on top of the ground and wither and die; but when I sow it in the soft earth which Prince and Daisy have plowed, it will grow."
"Now I see," said Bobby, "Prince and Daisy do truly help to make bread."
"You are good horses," said he, patting them on their noses.
Just then the dinner bell rang.
"Come, Bobby," said father. "We will take Prince and Daisy to the barn and give them hay and oats. Then you and I will go up to the house and eat some of mother's nice bread."
"Oh, father," said Bobby, "you forgot. It is Prince and Daisy's bread too."