"Listen then," said Marjorie:

"DEAR LITTLE MIDGE:

I'm lonesome here,
Without your merry smiles to cheer.
I mope around the livelong day,
And scarcely care to munch my hay.
I am so doleful and so sad,
I really do feel awful bad!
Oh hurry, Midge, and come back soon;
Perhaps to-morrow afternoon.
And then my woe I will forget,
And smile again.

Your lonesome BET"

"Well, she is an affectionate old thing," said Uncle Steve; "and
truly, Midget, I thought she was feeling lonesome this morning.
She didn't seem to care to eat anything, and she never smiled at
me at all."

"She's a good old horse, Uncle, but I don't like her as much as I
do Ned and Dick. But don't ever tell Betsy this, for I wouldn't
hurt her feelings for anything."

"Oh, yes, just because Ned and Dick are spirited, fast horses you
like them better than poor, old Betsy, who used to haul you around
when you were a baby."