door, and cautiously put an eye to the opening.

"Why, shucks, 't ain't nothin' but a hoss!" he said, in disgust,
having nerved himself for nothing less than a rhinoceros, such as he
had seen in the circus.

"How'd he git there?" demanded Miss Hazy.

Chris was not prepared to say.

All through breakfast Miss Hazy was in a flutter of excitement. She
had once heard of a baby being left on a doorstep, but never a
horse. When the limit of her curiosity was about reached, she saw
Mrs. Wiggs coming across the yard carrying a bucket. She hastened to
meet her.

"Mornin'," called Mrs. Wiggs, brightly, in spite of her night's
vigil; "ain't we got a fine hoss?"

Miss Hazy put the ash-barrel between herself and the animal, and
hazarded a timid inspection, while Mrs. Wiggs made explanations, and
called attention to Cuba's fine points.

"Can't you come in an' take a warm?" asked Miss Hazy, as she
concluded.

"Well, I b'lieve I will," said Mrs. Wiggs. "I ain't been over fer
quite a spell. The childern kin clean up, bein' it's Saturday."
From seven to nine in the morning were the favorite calling-hours in
the Cabbage Patch.