“Just the same as you always were, Hal, somebody first and yourself afterwards. What a famous little mount she is though! Wherever did you pick her up?”
“In Texas.”
“Well, she is a dear little mare.”
“She is a thorough little Arab. I broke her in myself, and it’s one of my best investments, father.”
Here Blackie thought fit to express her thanks to her master for his kind remarks about her, and Farmer Fairfax stepped aside to allow her to show off her capers.
“There’s a second stall in the stable, Harry,” said his father. “Bring her along; my boy; Simon will be very pleased to have a bright little friend like Blackie.”
“I hope you feel at home now, Pat,” said the little Terrier.
As indeed he was.
At first he was shy, fearfully shy, for he was not used to being stared at, and Blackie had such beautiful eyes which opened in wonder at the ungainly specimen before her.