upon her.

"Because I didn't want to. It would only have made matters worse,
anyway. And you won't limp, you know, if you're careful for a while
longer. I'm going to get Silver his sugar. He has sugar every day."

Silver lifted his head and looked after her inquiringly, whinnied
complainingly, and prepared to follow as best he could.

"Silver--oh, Silver!" Chip snapped his fingers to attract his attention.
"Hang the luck, come back here! Would you throw down your best friend
for that girl? Has she got to have you, too?" His voice grew wistfully
rebellious. "You're mine. Come back here, you little fool--she doesn't
care."

Silver stopped at the corner, swung his head and looked back at Chip,
beckoning, coaxing, swearing under his breath. His eyes sought for
sign of his goddess, who had disappeared most mysteriously. Throwing
up his head, he sent a protest shrilling through the air, and looked
no more at Chip.

"I'm coming, now be still. Oh, don't you dare paw with your lame leg!
Why didn't you stay with your master?"

"He's no use for his master, any more," said Chip, with a hurt laugh.
"A woman always does play the--mischief, somehow. I wonder why? They
look innocent enough."

"Wait till your turn comes, and perhaps you'll learn why," retorted she.