When she saw what a remote, wild region it was, she was loath to leave her pet there, and Mr.Kennard had some ado to reassure her.

At last, after giving the colt many farewell pats and caresses, she came away with us.

On the way home she said over and over to Addison and me, "Be sure to go up often and see that Sylph is all right." And, laughing a little, we promised that we would, and that we would also give the colt sugar lumps as well as her weekly salt.
"Salting" the sheep and young cattle that were out at pasture for the season was one of our weekly duties.

When we were very busy we sometimes put it off until Sunday morning.

Sometimes it slipped our minds altogether for a few days, or even for a week; but Mrs.Kennard's solicitude for her pet had touched our hearts, and we resolved that we should always be prompt in performing the task.
The colts had been turned out on Tuesday; and the following Sunday morning after breakfast Addison and I, with the girls accompanying us, set off with the salt and the sugar lumps.