In the course of a few weeks, however, Roy was well able to follow his half-brother, Shashai, and Tzaritza’s freedom was restored.  The trio was rarely separated and to see Peggy in her hammock on the lawn, or on the piazza, meant to see the colt and Tzaritza also, though Roy was rapidly outgrowing piazzas and lawns, and Peggy was beginning to be puzzled as to what was to be done with him when he could no longer come clattering up the steps and across the piazza after his foster-mother.

With the summer came word that her father would come home on a month’s leave and August was longed for with an eagerness he could not have dreamed.  Everything must be in perfect order to receive him, and Peggy flew from house to garden, from garden to stables, from stables to paddock keyed to a state of excitement which infected every member of the household.  Dr. Llewellyn smiled sympathetically.  Harrison, the housekeeper, stalked after her, doing her best to carry out her orders, while announcing that:  Now, she guessed, there would be some hope of making Mr. Neil see the folly of letting a girl of Peggy’s age run wild as a hawk forever and a day.  She’d have one talk with him he’d do well to take heed to or she’d know why.  Mammy Lucy said little but watched her young mistress’ radiant face.  It was eight months since Master Neil had been home and deep in her tender old heart she understood better than any one else what his coming meant to Peggy.  Harrison might have a better idea of what was wise and best for her young charge, but Mammy’s love taught her many things which Harrison could never learn.

Meanwhile Peggy spent the greater part of her days down at the paddock, for Shashai must be broken to saddle and bridle in order to receive his master in proper style.  A blanket and halter might answer for the mad gallops across country which they had hitherto taken, but Daddy Neil was coming home for a month and the horses must do the place credit.

With this end in view, Peggy betook herself to the paddock one morning before breakfast, saddle and bridle borne behind her by Bud.  Shashai welcomed her with his clear nicker, sweeping up to the gate in his long, rocking stride so like the Empress’.  Tzaritza with her foster-son followed in Peggy’s wake, Tzaritza sniffing inquiringly at the saddle, Roy pranking thither and yonder, rich just in the joy of being alive.  Shashai had never quite overcome his jealousy of his young half-brother, and now laid back his ears in reproof of his unseemly gambols; Shashai’s own babyhood was not far enough in the background for him to be tolerant.

Peggy entered the paddock and Shashai at once nozzled her for his morning lumps of sugar.  For the first time in his memory they were not forthcoming, and his great eyes looked their wondering reproach.

“Not yet, Shashai.  “We must keep them for a reward if you behave well.”  She slipped an arm over the beautifully arched neck and laid her face against the satiny smoothness.  Shashai approved the caress but would have approved the sugar much more.