"Of course you shall have a drink!" exclaimed Grace, as she let him
have his head. Then she felt thirsty herself, and looked about for
something that would serve as a mounting block, in case she got down.
She saw nothing near; but a ragged, barefooted, freckled-faced and
snub-nosed urchin, coming along just then, divined her desire.

"Want a drink, lady?" he asked, smiling.

"Yes," answered Grace, "but I have no cup."

"I kin make ye one."

Straightway he fashioned a natural flagon from a leaf of the wild
grape vine that grew nearby, piercing the leaf with its own stem so
that it formed a cup out of which a Druid might have quaffed ambrosia.

"There's a cup," he said. "I allers makes 'em that way when I wants a
drink." He filled it from the running water and held it up. Grace
drank thirstily, and asked for more.

"And here is something for you," she said with a smile, as she passed
down some chocolates she had slipped into a small pocket of her riding
habit.

"Say, is it Christmas, or Fourth of July?" gasped the urchin as he
accepted them. "Thanks, lady."

Grace again smiled down at him, and Prince, having dipped his muzzle
into the cool water again, for very pleasure in having all he wanted,
swung about and trotted on.