Paul went home with his sister. He was
munching contentedly on some candy, and all thought of the recent
accident and scare had vanished in the present small and sweet
happiness.
"Oh, it must have been perfectly dreadful, Grace," said Mollie,
sympathetically. "Perfectly terrible!"
"It was! And are you sure you don't feel resentful toward me?"
"The idea! Certainly not. It was poor Dodo's fault, in a way; but I
blame those motorists more than anyone else. They should be found."
"They certainly made a lot of trouble," admitted Grace. "But I would
rather find Prince than them. I wonder where he could have run to?"
"Oh, probably not far, after he got over being frightened. Doubtless
you'll hear of his being found, and then you can send for him, and
recover the papers."
"If only the saddle doesn't come off, and get lost," said Grace. "That
would be dreadful, for there would be no telling where to look for
it."
"Most likely it would be along some road. Prince would probably keep
to the highways, and if the girth should break and the saddle come off
it would be seen. Then, by the papers in the pockets, persons could
tell to whom it belonged.
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