Leaning down, Miss Celia slipped a new quarter into his hand, saying, "Lita wants me to give you this for taking the stone out of her foot." "Thank y', ma'am; I liked to do it, for I hate to see 'em limp, 'specially such a pretty one as she is," answered Ben, stroking the glossy neck with a loving touch.
"The Squire says you know a good deal about horses, so I suppose you understand the Houyhnhnm language?
I'm learning it, and it is very nice," laughed Miss Celia, as Chevalita gave a little whinny and snuffled her nose into Ben's pocket.
"No, miss, I never went to school." "That is not taught there.

I'll bring you a book all about it when I come back.

Mr.Gulliver went to the horse-country and heard the dear things speak their own tongue." "My father has been on the prairies, where there's lots of wild ones, but he didn't hear 'em speak.

I know what they want without talkin'," answered Ben, suspecting a joke, but not exactly seeing what it was.
"I don't doubt it, but I won't forget the book.

Good-by, my lad, we shall soon meet again," and away went Miss Celia as if she were in a hurry to get back.
"If she only had a red habit and a streamin' white feather, she'd look as fine as 'Melia used to.