Every Sunday Bobbie went to church. I do not mean that he went into church, for I am afraid the seat would not have held him, and he would have looked rather funny.
As soon as the first bell rang, the stable boy harnessed him to the trap, and round trotted Bobbie to the door of the house.
When the second bell began to ring Maggie and May got into the dogcart and drove off to church. When they got there Bobbie was put into a stable not far away until the service was over.
Now one Sunday morning these two little girls could not go to church, so that Bobbie was not harnessed as usual.
When the first bell began to ring Maggie said to May, "Listen, May; I think I hear Bobbie crying for us. Let us look out of the window."
There, with his head looking over the stable door, was Bobbie, whinnying as loudly as he could.
"Look, look!" cried May; "he is trying to get out."
Just then Bobbie gave a great jump over the door, and was trotting off to church.
He went straight to his stall in the stable, and remained there until the service was over; and when the other horses backed out, Bobbie did the same, and came home, no doubt feeling that he had done his duty.