I waited about the veranda, and in a short time Mr.Harry drove up to the front door.

The buggy was black and shining, and Fleetfoot had on a silver-mounted harness that made him look very fine.

He stood gently switching his long tail to keep the flies away, and with his head turned to see who was going to get into the buggy.

I stood by him, and as soon as he saw that Miss Laura and Mr.Harry had seated themselves, he acted as if he wanted to be off.
Mr.Harry spoke to him and away he went, I racing down the lane by his side, so happy to think he was my friend.

He liked having me beside him, and every few seconds put down his head toward me.