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and hay and saddle soap. She moved closer and patted the gelding’s satiny neck. “Oh, you beautiful, beautiful thing,” she crooned as Jupiter nuzzled her

pocket, hinting for a lump of sugar. “I haven’t anything for you

 

25 20 today, darling, but tomorrow I’ll bring you apples and carrots. just you wait and see.”

 

“You speak a horse’s language, Miss,” Regan said approvingly. “Jupe understood every word you said. He likes you and he doesn’t like everybody.”

 

“I love him,” Trixie cried. “Please, Mr. Regan, could I ride him today?”

 

“Well, now,” Regan said slowly, “that depends. He’s not easy to handle, Jupiter isn’t. Mr. Wheeler rides him mostly, and he’s got a very heavy touch. Honey

now, she can’t hold Jupiter in. Just hasn’t enough strength in her wrists. But you look like a husky youngster. Done much riding?”

 

Reluctantly, Trixie shook her head. “I’ve never even been on a horse,” she admitted ruefully. “But I know I can ride him, Mr. Regan. I know I can.”

 

Regan guffawed loudly. “Never even been on a horse! Why, Miss, you wouldn’t have a chance in the world with Jupe. He’d know right off that you were a beginner,

and would he take you for a ride!” He slapped Jupiter’s neck affectionately. “He wouldn’t stop until you hit the New York traffic; that is, if you stayed

on that long.”

 

Trixie swallowed hard to keep from showing her disappointment. “But when I learn to ride, you’ll let me

 

26 21 try him, won’t you, Mr. Regan?” she begged meekly. “Please!”

 

“That I will,” Regan promised. “But, right now, I think you’d better start with Lady. She’s real gentle and easy to handle. Mrs. Wheeler’s mare, she is.

Come on, you can help me saddle her.”

 

Trixie followed him inside the stable, and a lovely dapple-gray mare whinnied from her stall. “That’s the sweet girl,” Regan crooned as he slipped a halter

over Lady’s head and led her out. “Here, Miss,” he said to Trixie, “You hold her a minute,” and he disappeared into the tack room.

 

The horsy smell of leather and soap and hay was stronger in here, and Trixie inhaled a deep breath of it as she waited for Regan. “You’re a darling girl,”

she whispered to the dainty little mare, “and I wish you belonged to me.”’ When Regan came back, she said, “Please don’t call me Miss, Mr. Regan. My name’s

Trixie.”

 

Regan deftly slid the halter over Lady’s head and slipped a snaffle bit into her mouth. “Okay, Trixie,” he said as he showed her how to gather up the reins.

“Just call me Regan.” He gently placed a saddle on Lady’s back and bent over to buckle the girth in place. “I’ll have to tighten the cinch a bit after

you get on,” he told Trixie.

 

27 22 “Lady has the habit of blowing herself up while she’s being saddled.” He grinned. “It’s a smart trick, and you have to watch out for it with a lot

of horses. Wouldn’t

 

want the saddle to slip off, would you?”

 

Trixie solemnly shook her head. Regan led Lady out into the yard and pulled down the stirrups. Measuring the length of Trixie’s leg with his eye, he adjusted

the leather straps accordingly. He held one stirrup iron for her. “Up you go,” he ordered.

 

Trixie promptly discovered that mounting a horse was not as easy as she had thought it would be; but after two unsuccessful tries she found herself, breathless

and excited, in the saddle. She was on a horse at last!

 

“Heels down!” Regan commanded. “And keep ‘em down, with the irons under the balls of your feet.” He led Lady into a partially fenced-in field. “If you don’t

keep your heels down, you’ll never learn how to post a trot or keep your seat in a gallop. What’s more, if you get thrown and the horse runs away, you’re

not likely to have your foot caught in a stirrup if your heels are down instead of your toes. Getting dragged isn’t fun,” he finished soberly. “Just remember

that!”

 

“I will,” Trixie promised, so thrilled that her whole body trembled. “May I gallop her now, Regan, may P” “Indeed you don’t,” Regan said briskly. “You start

23 with a walk. Just lift the reins a little, and she’ll move right out.”

 

Honey appeared, then, in an immaculate white riding habit and russet boots so shiny you could see your face in them. “Come here, Honey,” Regan said. “Lead

your friend around the corral a couple of times while I saddle Strawberry. Trixie’d better get the feel of the saddle a bit before she gets too frisky.”

 

Trixie tried to control her impatience as they walked around the field, and Honey asked, “Are you really going up to that old mansion?”

 

“Sure,” Trixie said. “Why don’t we ride through the woods right now? You don’t have to go way up to the house if you don’t want to.”

 

Honey thought about this for a minute, and then she said, “All right. I guess I was mistaken about that face. I do imagine things, you know, such weird

things.”

 

“Everybody does,” Trixie said good-naturedly. “When I was a kid, whenever there was a thunderstorm, I thought I saw the headless horseman galloping across

the sky in the flashes of lightning.”

 

Honey stopped and looked up at her curiously. “Headless horseman?” she repeated, in a surprised voice. “How awful!”

 

Trixie grinned. “Sure, this is the part of the Hudson

 

30 24 River Valley that Washington Irving wrote about in The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. The village got its name, Sleepyside, from that old story, you know.”

 

“Oh.” Honey looked relieved, but she added seriously, “I hope I don’t dream about a headless horseman. I have awful nightmares, sometimes. I wake up screaming.”

 

“Do I have to keep on walking Lady, forever?” Trixie interrupted impatiently.

 

“I guess you could try trotting, now,” Honey said. “Gather up the reins a little and touch Lady’s flank lightly with one heel.”

 

Lady obediently set off at a smooth trot, but Trixie bounced and Jounced in the saddle until she thought her head would jar off. That would make the legend

come true. Id be a headless horseman, she thought grimly. She could not keep her feet in the stirrups, and the swinging irons hit Lady’s sides sharply.

Thinking Trixie wanted her to go faster, Lady broke into a canter. Before Trixie knew what had happened, she was lying in the middle of the field, staring

forlornly up at the bright blue sky. She wasn’t the least bit hurt, but she winced inwardly. Now’s Honey’s chance to get back at me for making fun of her

when she thought she saw a face at the Mansion, she reflected bitterly.

 

She scrambled to her feet and was surprised to see

 

31 25 that Honey, who was calmly holding Lady’s head, was not laughing. “Everybody does that the first time, Trixie,” she said. ‘Anyway, I’m glad you’re

not hurt.”

 

Trixie meekly climbed back into the saddle. “I was an awful dope,” she said. “I didn’t keep my heels down. I’ll do better next time.”

 

Regan came into the corral then, leading a magnificent strawberry roan called Strawberry. Regan left Honey to mount without his help; and Trixie noticed,

with envy, that although Strawberry tossed his head and pranced, Honey seemed to have no difficulty and adjusted her own stirrups from her seat in the

saddle.

 

“Regan,” Trixie breathed admiringly, “do you think I’ll ever get that good?”

 

“Sure.” Regan stared at the grass stains on Trixie’s shirt and then said with a little note of amusement and understanding in his voice, “Had your first

spill already, huh?”

 

Trixie nodded shamefacedly.

 

“Well, now, you know what I think?” Regan demanded. “I think you ought to take it easy this first day. Mrs. Wheeler rode Lady this morning before breakfast,

so the mare doesn’t need any more exercise. Why don’t you just keep her at a walk until you sort of get used to things?” He added quickly as Trixie’s face

 

32 26 showed her disappointment, “I’ll give you a lesson in posting tomorrow. You’ll catch on quick, don’t worry. People who really love horses are just

natural-born riders.”

 

“I think Regan’s right,” Honey said. “If you do too much today, Trixie, you’ll be so stiff tomorrow you won’t even be able to climb into a saddle, much

less ride.”

 

,, But I’ll spoil your fun,” Trixie objected. “You’ll want to trot and canter and I won’t be able to keep up.” Honey smiled. “It’s awfully hot, anyway,

and

 

Strawberry will work himself into a lather if I let him out of a walk. I can exercise him this evening when it’s cooler.”

 

Golly, Trixie thought, she is a good sport. She just said that to make it easier for me. Aloud, she said with a grin, “Okay, Honey, you’re the boss at this

ranch.”

 

They walked their horses along the path that circled the willow-bordered lake, and Trixie saw a new rowboat tied alongside the rustic boathouse. “Oh, boy!”

she shouted. “Now we can fish in the middle of the lake.

 

You’re a lucky duck to live up here, Honey!”

 

“I don’t know how to fish,” Honey said quickly. “And I wouldn’t touch a horrible squirming worm for anything!” The word “Sissy!” was on the tip of Trixie’s

tongue,

 

33 27 but she caught herself just in time. “I’ll put the worms on the hook,” she said. “We can have a lot of fun. Brian and Mart and I have caught a lot

of fish off the boathouse. You see,” she explained, “the Manor House has been empty for so many years we got so we thought of the lake as belonging to

our property.”

 

“I want you to keep right on thinking that, Trixie,” Honey cried impulsively. “You and your brothers must come here as often as you like.”

 

“Great,” Trixie said. “We can skate on it in winter and toboggan down your hill.” They were in the woods now and Trixie added, “I can hardly wait to see

what it’s like inside the Miser’s Mansion. I’ve always wanted to know whether he really is a miser or just a poor old grouch.”

 

“It looks as though the house had been empty for years,” Honey said as they approached the Frayne property. “Why, the upstairs windows are so covered with

dirt you can’t see through them. And just look at the way everything has grown up around here. It’s a regular wilderness except for that little space right

around the house.”

 

The trail ended at the boundary line between the two properties which was marked by a thick hedge interlaced with heavy vines. A narrow path wound from

this

 

28 point down the hill to the hollow and Crabapple Farm. “Let’s tie our horses to this tree,” Trixie said as she

 

slid out of the saddle, “and push our way through the hedge. If we go around to the driveway, somebody might see us and wonder what we’re doing.”

 

“I wouldn’t dare crawl through that underbrush,” Honey said as she dismounted. “It’s probably alive with snakes.”

 

Trixie paid no attention to her and started through the hedge. “Wonder whatever happened to the summerhouse where Mrs. Frayne got bitten by the copperhead,”

she said, tugging at a ropelike vine. “It must have been right about here if Mother could see it plainly from the garden down in the hollow.”

 

“Copperhead!” Honey had forced herself to take a few steps after Trixie, but now she stopped, shaking with horror. “Are there copperheads around here?”

 

“Sure,” Trixie shrugged. “But they won’t hurt you unless you bother them.”

 

“I can’t stand snakes,” Honey insisted, with a shiver. ‘And copperheads are poisonous. I wouldn’t want to be bitten by one of them.”

 

“You won’t be bitten, Honey,” Trixie assured her, pushing ahead.

 

I’m not so sure of that.” Honey cringed as a vine

 

35 29 slapped against her face. “Didn’t You just say that Mrs. Frayne got bitten?”

 

“That was in the summerhouse,” Trixie said. “And the summerhouse seems to have disappeared. Anyway, it was one of those things that happen once in a lifetime.”

 

“Once is enough,” Honey said with a nervous giggle as she gingerly took another step forward. At that moment, the underbrush sprang to life as a loud squawking

sound rent the silence, and something black and angry flapped against Honey’s legs. Honey screamed in terror and frantically grabbed Trixie’s arm.

 

36 30

 

A Scream and a Dog

 

Trixie was so startled herself that, for a Moment, she stood stock-still. Then, she laughed with relief as she saw that their attacker was Queenie, the

little

 

game hen. With Honey still clinging to her arm, Trixie shouted, “Come on!” and pushed the rest of the—’- way into the clearing. Queenie flung herself at

Honey’s legs once

 

,led across more, then, squawking like an irate fury, darts

 

the courtyard. The other hens immediately woke up the chorus, fluttering and cackling in wild confusion as they scattered in all directions. From the safety

of 10he woods on the other side of the house, the bright colored game cock flapped his wings and crowed defiantly. “What was it?” Honey asked weakly. “I’ve

never been so scared in all my life.”

 

“Nothing but a little black hen,” Trixie said, “Why, you’re shaking like a leaf. I was kind of scared myself,” she admitted. “In another minute, she would

Pave flown in our faces. It was a good thing you had boots on. She would have scratched your legs plenty.”

 

“Oh, please, Trixie,” Honey pleaded. “Let’s go

 

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