"
The filly nickered softly.
"I am going to send a little message with you. If they read it they will
surely pay heed to it."
She drew from the pocket of her blouse a little package. It was not over
an inch wide or three long, and was carefully sealed in a piece of oil
silk. Parting the thick, luxuriant mane, she tied her missive securely
underneath. When the silky hair fell back in place the little message
was completely concealed. Peggy clasped her arms about the filly's neck,
kissed the soft muzzle and said:
"Good-bye, dear. I'll never forget you and I wonder if I shall ever hear
of you or see you again?"
Her eyes were full of tears as she left the stable. Two hours later
Columbine was led from her happy home. What later befell her we will
learn in a future volume of Peggy Stewart. Meanwhile we must follow
Peggy's history.
On the following Saturday, in the golden glow of an October afternoon,
with the hills a glory of color and the air as soft as wine, Peggy drove
Comet and Meteor, her splendid carriage horses, to the Bound Bay station
to meet Mrs.
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