“Well, you can settle with Mother about the skirts, but I’ll thank you to let Caliph and my best ties alone.”
“Did you ride him?” asked Sherm. “You’re welcome to my tie, Chicken Little. It’s very becoming.”
Chicken Little felt subtly consoled. “Yes, I rode him, but he threw me once,” she confessed.
“He threw me once, too,” said the boy. “You’d better be a little careful.”
Sherm grinned and Chicken Little smiled back happily.
