l next to Daisy's," said father.

He went toward the barn leading Prince, while John and Bobby followed
along.

When they reached the barn, Farmer Hill gave Prince a drink from the
watering trough, opened the big door and led him into the stall.

In the manger were some oats, and the rack was filled with hay which he
could eat whenever he wished.

So Prince had plenty to eat and a good stall to stand in. But he was
not happy.

He kept thinking of his old home.

It was not nearly so big a stall as this and not nearly so fine a barn.
The oats there were no better and the hay no sweeter. But that had
been his home all his life, so he kept thinking about it and wishing he
were there.

The fact was that Prince was homesick.

"I'll go back there if I get a chance," thought Prince, "and live in my
old stall, with the horses in Farmer Ross's barn."

[Illustration: PRINCE SEES HIS OLD HOME]

II

The next day after Prince came to Cloverfield Farm, Farmer Hill had to
go to the city. He took Bobby with him and they were gone until
afternoon.

All the other horses were out in the field working. Prince was standing
in his stall, very lonesome.

He was still thinking of his old home and wishing he could go back
there.

"I'll go back if I get a chance," thought Prince.

After a while mother said to John: "Prince must be thirsty. Father may
not be back for some time, so I think you had better let Prince have a
drink."

John opened the stable door and led him to the watering trough in the
barn-yard.

All the while he was drinking, Prince was wondering how he could get
away.

John had hold of the rope but not very tightly.

Suddenly, Prince gave a jerk and the rope slipped from John's hand.

Away went Prince, through the barn-yard gate, up the lane, out the
gravel driveway and down the road.

The rope was dragging along, his mane was tossing and his heels went
galloping over the dusty road.

By this time Farmer Hill and Bobby were coming home from the city in
the buggy, and they saw a horse coming toward them down the road.

"Oh, father, someone's horse is running away!" said Bobby.

When the horse came near, father exclaimed: "Why, that is Prince! I
must stop him."

"Whoa, Prince, whoa!" he said.

Prince never stopped but went galloping past.

"Oh, what shall we do?" asked Bobby.

"We must go after him," said father. So he turned Daisy around and they
started after Prince.

"Get-up, Daisy