CHAPTER V.
In Silver's Stall.



"Oh, are YOU here? It's a wonder you don't have your bed brought down
here, so you can sleep near Silver. How has he been doing since I left?"

Chip simply sat still upon the edge of the manger and stared. His gray
hat was pushed far back upon his head and his dark hair waved and curled
upon his forehead, very much as a girl's might have done. He did not
know that he was a very good-looking young man, but perhaps the Little
Doctor did. She smiled and came up and patted Silver, who had forgotten
that he ever had objected to her nearness. He nickered a soft welcome
and laid his nose on her shoulder.

"You've been drawing a picture. Who's the victim of your satirical
pencil this time?" The Little Doctor, reaching out quickly, calmly
appropriated the sketch before Chip had time to withdraw it, even if
he had cared to do so. He was busy wondering how the Little Doctor
came to be there at that particular time, and had forgotten the picture,
which he had not quite finished labeling.

"Dr. Cecil--" Miss Whitmore turned red at first, then broke into
laughter. "Oh--h, ha! ha! ha! Silver, you don't know how funny this
master of yours can be! Ha! ha!" She raised her head from Silver's