“My, that sugar certainly smells good!” exclaimed the horse that was hitched to the coal wagon.
“It certainly does,” said the other horse, sniffing hard through his nose, for the air was filled with the sweet smell of the sugar lumps Tinkle was eating. “You might think,” went on the grocery horse, “that, working for a store, as I do, I’d get a lump of sugar once in a while.”
“Don’t you?” asked Tinkle, reaching out for another sweet lump George offered him.
“Never a bit!” said the grocery-horse, “and I just love it!”
“So do I,” said the coal-horse.
“I’m sorry I didn’t offer you some,” apologized Tinkle. “But it’s too late now. I’ve swallowed it.”
Just then Mabel thought of something nice.
“Oh, George!” she cried. “Let’s give the two horses some of Tinkle’s sugar. I guess horses like sweet stuff the same as ponies. Don’t they, Patrick?” she asked the coachman.
“Sure they do, Miss Mabel,” he answered. “Sure they do!”
“Then give them some, George,” she begged. “We have more than enough for Tinkle.”