Mrs. Cliff's Yacht. Frank Richard Stockton

and said that he had not a gentler horse in his stable, and he did not believe there was one in the town.

      "All horses," said he, "want to go home, especially at dinner-time."

      "But the old brown did not," urged Mrs. Cliff. "That is the sort of horse I want."

      "Some very old beast might please you better," said he; "but really, Mrs. Cliff, that is not the sort of horse you should have. He would die or break down in a little while, and then you would have to get another. What you should do is to have a good horse and a driver. You might get a two-seated carriage, either open or closed, and go anywhere and everywhere, and never think of the horse."

      That was not the thing she longed for; that would not bring back the happy days when she drove the brown through the verdant lanes. If she must have a driver, she might as well hire a cab and be driven about. But she told Mr. Williams to get her a suitable vehicle, and she would have Andrew Marks to drive her; and she and Willy Croup walked sadly home.

      As to the cow, she succeeded better. She bought a fairly good one, and Willy undertook to milk her and to make butter.

      "Now, what have I done so far?" said Mrs. Cliff, on the evening of the day when the cow came home. "I have a woman to cook, I have a new kitchen door, and I have a cow! I do not count the horse and the wagon, for if I do not drive, myself, I shall not feel that they are mine in the way that I want them to be."