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Paddy
talked
of
selling
Father
Ralph
's
chestnut
mare
.
Meggie
used
the
rangy
black
gelding
she
had
ridden
for
pleasure
as
a
stock
horse
,
for
it
was
lighter-mouthed
and
nicer
in
nature
than
the
moody
mares
or
mean
geldings
in
the
yards
.
Stock
horses
were
intelligent
,
and
rarely
placid
.
Even
a
total
absence
of
stallions
did
n't
make
them
very
amiable
animals
.
"
Oh
,
please
,
Daddy
,
I
can
ride
the
chestnut
,
too
!
"
Meggie
pleaded
.
"
Think
how
awful
it
would
be
if
after
all
his
kindnesses
to
us
,
Father
should
come
back
to
visit
and
discover
we
had
sold
his
horse
!
"
Paddy
stared
at
her
thoughtfully
.
"
Meggie
,
I
do
n't
think
Father
will
come
back
.
"
"
But
he
might
!
You
never
know
!
"
The
eyes
so
like
Fee
's
were
too
much
for
him
;
he
could
n't
bring
himself
to
hurt
her
more
than
she
was
already
hurt
,
poor
little
thing
.
"
All
right
then
,
Meggie
,
we
'll
keep
the
mare
,
but
make
sure
you
use
both
the
mare
and
the
gelding
regularly
,
for
I
wo
n't
have
a
fat
horse
on
Drogheda
,
do
you
hear
?
"
Until
then
she
had
n't
liked
to
use
Father
Ralph
's
own
mount
,
but
after
that
she
alternated
to
give
both
the
animals
in
the
stables
a
chance
to
work
off
their
oats
.
It
was
just
as
well
Mrs.
Smith
,
Minnie
and
Cat
doted
on
the
twins
,
for
with
Meggie
out
in
the
paddocks
and
Fee
sitting
for
hours
at
her
escritoire
in
the
drawing
room
,
the
two
little
fellows
had
a
wonderful
time
.
They
were
into
everything
,
but
with
such
glee
and
constant
good
humor
that
no
one
could
be
angry
with
them
for
very
long
.
At
night
in
her
little
house
Mrs.
Smith
,
long
converted
to
Catholicism
,
knelt
to
her
prayers
with
such
deep
thankfulness
in
her
heart
she
could
scarcely
contain
it
.
Children
of
her
own
had
never
come
to
gladden
her
when
Rob
had
been
alive
,
and
for
years
the
big
house
had
been
childless
,
its
occupants
forbidden
to
mix
with
the
inhabitants
of
the
stockmen
's
houses
down
by
the
creek
.
But
when
the
Clearys
came
they
were
Mary
Carson
's
kin
,
and
there
were
children
at
last
.
Especially
now
,
with
Jims
and
Patsy
permanent
residents
of
the
big
house
.
*
*
*
It
had
been
a
dry
winter
,
and
the
summer
rains
did
n't
come
.
Knee-high
and
lush
,
the
tawny
grass
dried
out
in
the
stark
sun
until
even
the
inner
core
of
each
blade
was
crisp
.
