The dawn broke sunny. There was something on the third horse, but it wasn't a rider. But he enjoyed listening to her talk about her future life. He had always taken pains to be as nice as possible, sharing all the chores with little Joe and sparing her inconveniences whenever he could.
Their ponies were as thin as they were. Clara just smiled, her old beguiling smile. Why'd he do it? she asked. He'll be there, and if you change your mind about the trip, we'll just bury him.
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