"
Patience had danced on ahead down the path to the barn. She stood
waiting for them now in the broad open doorway, her whole small person
one animated exclamation point, while Towser, just home from a
leisurely round of afternoon visits, came forward to meet Hilary,
wagging a dignified welcome.
"If you don't hurry, I'll 'hi yi' you, like I do Fanny!" Patience
warned them. She moved to one side, to let Hilary go on into the barn.
"Now!" she demanded, "isn't that something more?"
From the stall beside Fanny's, a horse's head reached inquiringly out
for the sugar with which already she had come to associate the frequent
visits of these new friends. She was a pretty, well-made, little mare,
light sorrel, with white markings, and with a slender, intelligent face.
Hilary stood motionless, too surprised to speak.
"Her name's Bedelia," Patience said, doing the honors. "She's very
clever, she knows us all already. Fanny hasn't been very polite to
her, and she knows it--Bedelia does, I mean--sometimes, when Fanny
isn't looking, I've caught Bedelia sort of laughing at her--and I don't
blame her one bit. And, oh, Hilary, she can go--there's no need to 'hi
yi' her.
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