So it was that Freckles and Dapples wormed their way a little deeper into the kind hearts of their friends. More and more of that human love, which is so essential to our happiness, surrounded them and made them very glad, glad that they were alive and that they belonged to each other.
"Dapples, old pal," said Freckles confidentially one day as he put the small saddle on Sir Wilton, preparatory to taking a ten-mile ride into the country, "I am going to save up my money. Every cent I get I am going to save, and some day I am going to buy you of Mr. Bingham. Then we will leave the circus and go back home and be happy all the rest of our lives. What do you think of that, Dapples?"
Dapples thought it was fine, and said so as plainly as a small horse could, with several glad whinnies. Then Freckles sprung into the saddle, and they were off, to the glad rhythm of small hoofs.
