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"Look at her," Paula whispered to Dick, in order not to alarm the saucy chestnut filly "Isn't she wonderful! That's what I've been working for" Paula turned to Evan "Always they have some fault, some miss, at the best an approximation rather than an achieveht as I shall probably ever get Her sire is Big Chief, if you know our racing register He sold for sixty thousand when he was a cripple We borrowed the use of hiet of the season But look at her! She's got his chest and lungs I had ister Her daible, but I chose her She was an obstinate oldChief This is her first foal and she was eighteen years old when she bred But I kneas there All I had to do was to look at Big Chief and her, and it just had to be there"

"The dahbred," Dick explained

"But with a lot of Morgan on the other side," Paula added instantly, "and a streak along the back ofThis shall be called Nymph, even if she has no place in the books She'll be my first unimpeachable perfect saddle horse--I know it--the kind I like--s, one on each corner," Mr Hennessy uttered profoundly

"And frohtly, "And yet I don't care for those aited Kentuckians," Paula said quickly, "--except for park work But for California, rough roads, ivetrot that covers the ground, and the not too-long, ground-covering gallop Of course, the close-coupled, easy canter; but I scarcely call that a gait--it's nolope reduced to the adjustround"

"She's a beauty," Dick admired, his eyes warly close and alertly sniffing of the subdued Fop's tremulous and nostril-dilated hbred rather than all thoroughbred," Paula proclai horse has its place on the track, but it's too specialized for mere hu the Nyh for the long trot I'll adot a grand animal out of it just the same"