You'll be forgettin' us all mighty quick, I reckon, once you get to livin' with your rich kin." "'Deed, I won't!" returned Ollie warmly.

"Sammy an' me was a talkin' 'bout that this evenin'.

We aim t' always come back t' Mutton Holler onct a year, an' be just like other folks; don't we, Sammy ?" The brown pony, stepping on a loose stone, stumbled toward the man walking by his side.

And the big fellow put out his hand quickly to the little horse's neck.

For an instant, the girl's hand rested on the giant's shoulder, and her face was close to his.