r shone out
triumphant. "What is it that makes him such a dear? Oh, I know. It's
something--well, childlike, you know. Think of the grown-up child that
toiled with pride and joy at the making of him--dear me, how many
lifetimes since!--and fondly put him by as a complete horse." She held
him up in the sun: the ingrate met her caress with the same obdurate and
indomitable glare. She laughed her rapturous delight: "There! How much
better you look! Oh, you darling! Aren't you absurd? Straight-backed,
stiff-legged, thick-necked, square-headed--and that ridiculously baleful
eye! It's too high up and too far forward, you know--and your ears are
too big--and you have such a malignant look! Never mind; now that you're
all nice and clean, I'm going to reward you." Her lips just brushed
him--the lucky little eohippus.
The owner of the lucky little horse was not able to repress one swift,
dismal glance at his own vast dishevelment, nor, as his shrinking hands,
entirely of their own volition, crept stealthily to hiding, the
slightest upward rolling of a hopeful eye toward the leaping waters of
the spring; but, if one might judge from her sedate and matter-of-fact
tones, that eloquent glance was wasted on the girl.
"You ought to take better care of him, you know," she said as she
restored the little monster to his owner. Then she laughed. "Hasn't he a
fierce and warlike appearance, though?"
"Sure. That's resolution. Look at those legs!" said the owner fondly.
"He spurns the ground. He's going somewheres. He's going to be a horse!
And them ears--one cocked forward and the other back, strictly on the
_cuidado_! He'll make it. He'll certainly do to take along! Yes, ma'am,
I'll take right good care of him." He regarded the homely beast with
awe; he swathed him in cigarette papers with tenderest care. "I'll leave
him at home after this. He might get hurt. I might sometime want to give
him to--somebody."
The girl sprang up.
"Now I must get some water and wash that head," she announced briskly.
"Oh, no--I can't let you do that. I can walk. I ain't hurt a bit, I keep
telling you." In proof of which he walked to the pool with a palpably
clever assumption of steadiness. The girl fluttered solicitous at his
elbow. Then she ran ahead, climbed up to the spring and extended a firm,
cool hand, which he took shamelessly, and so came to the fairy
waterfall.
Here he made himself presentable as to face and hands. It is just
possible th
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