"Is that a swelling on that near fore leg, Pottinger ?" she said, suddenly, pointing to Adonis.
Pottinger started and regarded her with a look of horror, and, of course, instantly knelt down to examine the suspected member.

Long before he had come up again with a breath of relief and a smiling "No, miss, there is nothing the matter with it," she had looked into the wallet and seen Stafford's letter.
"Oh, I thought there was," she said.

"Have you finished your horses ?" "No, miss," he replied.

"I have the master's hunter and the mare you ride to do yet." She nodded and went out of the stable, humming one of her songs; but she did not go very far.

In five minutes she back again.
"Oh, Pottinger, don't trouble about those letters.