"That's right; that's right," returned the old man, much pleased. "And how are the crops?"
"Well, the bees are laying up a lot of indifferent muddy honey. The cherry crop seems to please the birds, of which there are six to each cherry. I found a couple of young apples starting yesterday. The spring still seems to be damp. There were two coyotes on the hill last night. The mortgage is a little better than holding its own. That's about one month's history. You can repeat for next month, except that those two apples will probably get worms."
The Colonel laughed, and patted Brainerd's shoulder again.
"If I did not know you," he said, "I would say that you were getting bitter. But I know you. How does the new pony go, Puss?" he asked the girl.
She turned her direct unembarrassed gaze at him.
"He is wonderful; the best I have ridden; I love him!"
"That is something I want to speak to you about," said Brainerd. "It is good of you to keep sending Daphne ponies to ride, and I appreciate it; but I really cannot permit you to continue it. You must let me buy this pony, if it is within my means."
"The animals must be exercised. It is a favour to me to get one of them cared for and ridden."
"Nonsense, Colonel. I know better than that. And I know the value of these horses of yours. That palomino[1] is fine old stock. If you will not let me pay for him, I shall certainly have to send him back. You have been more than generous in the past, and I have been weak enough to allow you to do it, but it cannot go on."
Daphne glanced up and caught the look of distress in the Colonel's face.
"Daddy, you are interfering with what does not concern you," she said calmly. "This is a matter entirely between my Fairy Godfather and me."
"Is it, really? Well upon my word! " cried Brainerd, bristling up.
But the Colonel interposed, delighted at this unexpected aid.
- ↑ A buckskin, but with silver mane and tail.
