And so, holding himself very upright, and with his head in the air, he went slowly past the veranda and the Hankins, and, turning to Mrs. Tailleur, gave them the full spectacle of his gladness and his pride in her.
"How good you are to me," she said. "I know why you did that."
"Do you?"
He smiled, guarding his secret, holding it back a little while longer.
"Where are we going to?"
"Anywhere you choose to take me."
He took her through the gate that led them to the freedom of the Cliff.
"Do you see that?" He pointed to the path which was now baked hard and white by the sun.
"What is it?"
"Your little footprints, and my great hoofmarks beside them. I believe nobody comes this way but you and me."