“He’s gone to get Major shod,” said Tom; “I saw him go down the yard with him.”
“There he comes!” said Posy, as a man appeared leading a handsome chestnut horse up the yard.
“Good-morning, Michael,” called Posy when he was opposite the kitchen door.
“Good-morning, Miss,” answered Michael.
“Have you had a nap to-day, Michael?” asked Posy in her sweetest way.
“No, Miss,” answered Michael, as he led the horse into the barn.
“That child does beat anything I ever see,” said Hannah, laughing, as she went about her work again.
Suddenly a dreadful noise was heard from the direction of the dining-room window,—shrieks as if somebody were in great distress.
“Polly’s got her head caught between the wires,” cried Tom, jumping up and running around to the window. Posy quickly dumped the kittens into their nest and followed him as fast as she could. As soon as they appeared Polly burst into a loud laugh.
“The next time I shan’t believe you, ma’am, you’ve fooled me so many times,” said Tom.