had known no other method of feeding. Also, he
clung to it till the last drop was gone, which
caused Helen to wonder when last the colt had
fed. Then, as if by way of reward for this kindly
attention, he tossed his head suddenly, striking
the bottle out of her hands. This was play; and
Helen, girlishly delighted, sprang toward him.
He leaped away, however, and, coming to a stand
at a safe distance, wriggled his ears at her
mischievously. She sprang toward him again; but
again he darted away. Whereupon she raced
after him, pursuing him around the inclosure, the
colt frisking before her, kicking up his heels and
nickering shrilly, until, through breathlessness, she
was forced to stop. Then the colt stopped, and
after a time, having regarded her steadfastly, invitingly,
he seemed to understand, for he quietly
approached her. As he came close she stooped
before him.

"Honey dear," she began, eyes on a level with
his own, "they have telephoned the city officials,
and your case will be advertised to-morrow in the
papers. But I do wish that I could keep you."
She peered into his slow-blinking eyes thoughtfully.
"Brownie -- my saddle-horse -- is all stable-
ridden, and I need a good saddler. And some day
you would be grown, and I could -- could take lots
of comfort with you." She was silent. "Anyway,"
she concluded, rising and stroking him absently,
"we'll see. Though I hope -- and I know
it isn't a bit right -- that nothing comes of the
advertisement; or, if something does come of it,

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