She wiped her eyes and went in with Harry to show him the splendid luck Frank had had fishing.
“See what you lost!” cried Frank, exultingly, “when you might just as well as not have gone with me.”
“I couldn’t go without neglecting Mrs. Dobson’s farm—I mean the onions,” said Harry, “and onions will be fetching a good price presently. I’ve a good many of them, too, and it’s just the weather to get them in. I don’t mean to be selfish either,” continued Harry, “but the onions and the oats are my crops on shares. Mrs. Dobson gives me half, so you see I’ve a special interest in silver-skins.”
“Do you know, Harry,” questioned Kate, “will horses eat onions?”
“What a goose!” said Frank.
“I don’t think they will, Kittie,” answered Harry. “Why?”
“Because,” bravely said Kate, “I’ve taken the responsibility of keeping Neptune this winter, and I knew you’d help me, Harry, with whatever you could spare.”
“I’ve a share in the oats, and you shall have all that Neptune can eat. We’ve a good hundred bushels between us.”
“Then Neptune will not suffer, and we’ll see what can be done when Master Frank is off in his uniform and everything is frozen up good and white for the winter,” said Kate, with a feeling of relief concerning Neptune.