and Mrs. Williams about you and Sam," she said.
"You'd better make Sam keep near the fire, too, Mrs. Williams,
because they both got wringing wet. Think of their running off
just when most people would have wanted to stay! Well, I'll go on
with the story, then. Della told me all about it, and what the
cook next door said SHE'D seen, how they'd been trying to pull
grass and leaves for the poor old thing all day--and all about
the apples they carried from YOUR cellar, and getting wet and
working in the rain as hard as they could--and they'd given him a
loaf of bread! Shame on you, Penrod!" She paused to laugh; but
there was a little moisture about her eyes, even before she
laughed. "And they'd fed him on potatoes and lettuce and cabbage
and turnips out of OUR cellar! And I wish you'd see the sawdust
bed they made for him! Well, when I'd telephoned, and the Humane
Society man got there, he said it was the most touching thing he
ever knew. It seems he KNEW this horse, and had been looking for
him. He said ninety-nine boys out of a hundred would have chased
the poor old thing away, and he was going to see to it that this
case didn't go unnoticed, because the local branch of the society
gives little silver medals for special acts like this.
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