re. For 'Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall
he also reap.' If he sows seeds of unkindness and cruelty to man and
beast, no one knows what the blackness of the harvest will be. His poor
horse, quivering under a blow, is not the worst sufferer. Oh, if people
would only understand that their unkind deeds will recoil upon their
own heads with tenfold force but, my dear child, I am fancying that I
am addressing a drawing-room meeting and here we are at your station.
Good-bye; keep your happy face and gentle ways. I hope that we may meet
again some day." She pressed Miss Laura's hand, gave me a farewell pat,
and the next minute we were outside on the platform, and she was smiling
through the window at us.

CHAPTER XVI DINGLEY FARM

"MY dear niece," and a stout, middle-aged woman, with a red, lively
face, threw both her arms around Miss Laura. "How glad I am to see you,
and this is the dog. Good Joe, I have a bone waiting for you. Here is
Uncle John."

A tall, good-looking man stepped up and put out a big hand, in which my
mistress' little fingers were quite swallowed up. "I am glad to see you,
Laura. Well, Joe, how d'ye do, old boy? I've heard about you."

It made me feel very welcome to have them both notice me, and I was so
glad to be out of the train that I frisked for joy around their feet as
we went to the wagon. It was a big double one, with an awning over it
to shelter it from the sun's rays, and the horses were drawn up in the
shade of a spreading tree. They were two powerful black horses, and as
they had no blinders on, they could see us coming. Their faces lighted
up and they moved their ears and pawed the ground, and whinnied when Mr.
Wood went up to them. They tried to rub their heads against him, and
I saw plainly that they loved him. "Steady there, Cleve and Pacer," he
said; "now back, back up."

By this time, Mrs. Wood, Miss Laura and I were in the wagon. Then Mr.
Wood jumped in, took up the reins, and off we went. How the two black
horses did spin along! I sat on the seat beside Mr. Wood, and sniffed in
the delicious air, and the lovely smell of flowers and grass. How glad
I was to be in the country! What long races I should have in the green
fields. I wished that I had another dog to run with me, and wondered
very much whether Mr. Wood kept one. I knew I should soon find out,
for whenever Miss Laura went to a place she wanted to know what animals
there were about.

We drove a little more than a mi