“He’s my teddy,” he said to Grant. “He was watching in the bushes to see if you were a nice man.”
“And am I?” Grant was tempted to ask.
“Yes.” There was no evasion about Wilson. He approved of his new acquaintance, and said so.
“Let us give teddy a ride on Prince?”
“Let’s!”
Grant carefully arranged teddy on the horse’s hames, and the boy clapped his hands with delight.
“Now let us all go for a ride. You will sit on my knee, and teddy will drive Prince.”
He took the boy carefully on his knee, driving with one hand and holding him in place with the other. The little body resting confidently against his side was a new experience for Grant.
“We must drive carefully,” he remarked. “Here and there are big stones hidden in the grass. If we were to hit one it might dump us off.”
The little chap chuckled. “Nothing could dump you off,” he said.