Maggie and May had a dear old horse which was a great pet, and its name was Bobbie.
Now Bobbie was very, very wise, and if I were to tell you all the funny things he did, why, I should fill this book so that there would not be room for anything else.
Of course, these two little girls lived in the country; for boys and girls who live in towns very seldom have a horse to play with.
It was harvest time, and the reapers were very busy cutting down the golden corn and binding it into sheaves.
Have you ever been in a harvest field on a summer afternoon? I can tell you it is delightful, and those of you who have not been there have missed something very nice indeed.
Now every afternoon there was great running to and fro in the farm kitchen, for Mollie, the cook, was putting into a basket tea, and bread and butter, and scones, and all sorts of good things for Maggie and May to take to the workers in the harvest field.
At four o'clock the stable boy opened the stable door, and out trotted Bobbie, saddled; for he, too, was going to the harvest field.