For a moment the Squire was of a mind to object, but said gaily, "By all means, Ann, call him Dixy if you like, and now breakfast, please." Here they heard Dixy's pedigree at length.
"Above all, Jack, remember that Dixy is of gentle birth; make friends with him. He may misbehave; never, sir, lose your temper with him. Be wary of use of whip or spur."
There was more of it, until Mrs. Ann said, "Your coffee will be cold. It is one of your uncle's horse-sermons."
John laughed. How delightful it all was! "May I ride today with you, uncle?"
"Yes, I want to introduce you to—Dixy—yes—"
"And may I ride with you?" asked Leila.
"No, my dear," said the aunt, "I want you at home. There is the raspberry jam and currant jelly and tomato figs."
"Gracious, Leila, we shall not have a ride for a week."
"Oh, not that bad, John," said Mrs. Ann, "only two days and—and Sunday. After that you may have her, and I shall be glad to be rid of her. She eats as much as she preserves."
"Oh! Aunt Ann."