It's the first time I've had a chance to spoil one since I left England." When the other girls saw what she was going to do, nearly every one of them left off their hats and riding skirts.

Every family had saddle horses those days, and when the riders came racing up they looked like flying flowers, they were all laughing, bloom ladened, singing and calling jokes.

Ahead, Laddie and the Princess just plain showed off.
Her horse came from England with them, and Laddie said it had Arab blood in it, like the one in the Fourth Reader poem, "Fret not to roam the desert now, With all thy winged speed," and the Princess loved her horse more than that man did his.

She said she'd starve before she'd sell it, and if her family were starving, she'd go to work and earn food for them, and keep her horse.

Laddie's was a Kentucky thoroughbred he'd saved money for years to buy; and he took a young one and trained it himself, almost like a circus horse.