"I never saw such a seat for a kid. Why
he takes to a horse like a young duck to water."
"That's good," said Ted. "Do you like to ride, Scrub, I mean Dick?"
The boy flushed at the name Scrub, but he recovered himself immediately.
"Yes, it's fine," he answered. "I like horses, and they seem to take to
me. I'd like to ride a horse all the time."
"Well, you'll have all you want of it when you get out to Moon Valley,"
said Ted. "Would you like to go out again? If you do, go ahead. I guess
we can trust you not to break your neck."
The boy smiled and nodded, and climbed into his saddle again, and was
off.
"Ted, that boy is going to be a credit to us all," said Stella. "But he
must have an education. Although he speaks well and doesn't use much
slang, that is, for a boy, he knows absolutely nothing that he hasn't
picked up. He must go to school some day, but not now, for he hardly
knows his alphabet, and as for other branches of knowledge, why, he
doesn't know they exist, and he is as full of superstition as a Cocopo
squaw.
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