‘So far as we can see he is going to win Miss Fairley,’ I continued. ‘As Miss Gaiety says she’s a dear, I think we ought to prevent it.’
“‘Very pretty,’ says the grey; ‘but, may I ask, who is to interfere and put the hobbles on him?’
“‘We are to tell her he’s cruel.’
“‘She won’t understand us, if we tell her till doomsday. These humans are so stupid!’ growled Sagitta.
“‘That’s where my idea comes in,’ I bragged—a little airily, it is to be feared. ‘We can’t, of course, tell it to her in words, but we can act it.’
“‘Eh?’ exclaimed the filly, with a sudden look of intelligence.
“‘Not possible,’ snorted the big grey.
“‘I see,’ cried the mare, her woman’s wits grasping the whole thing in a flash, and in her delight she kicked up her hind legs in the most graceful manner.
“‘Heyday!’ exclaimed the grey, using our favourite expletive.
“It didn’t take me long to explain to him and Sagitta, and they entered into the scheme eagerly. We were so hot to begin on it that we pawed the road all into holes in our impatience.