Then she laughed, hung the bridle back on the rusty spike, and took down the saddle blanket.

"We'll play I'm Robert Grant Burns," she said.

"I'll tell you what to do: Lay the blanket on straight,--it's shaped to Pard's back, so that ought to be easy,--with the front edge coming forward to his withers; that's not right.

Maybe I had better do it first, and show you.

Then you'll get the idea." So Jean, with the best intention in the world, saddled Pard, and wondered what there was about so simple a process that need puzzle any one.