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behind him. “Lissie’s horse! Lissie’s horse!”

      “Felicity Merriman!” exclaimed Mother. “What are you doing? Where did you get that horse?”

      “It’s Penny,” said Felicity. “It’s the horse I told you about.”

      Ben came toward her. Penny stepped back nervously. “It’s all right, Penny,” said Felicity. “It’s all right.” She stroked the horse’s neck, and Penny calmed down. Slowly, Ben reached up and touched Penny’s neck.

      “Is that the horse from Jiggy Nye’s tannery?” asked Mr. Merriman. “What on earth are you doing with Jiggy Nye’s horse? Does he know you have it? Why have you brought her here?”

      “I wanted you to see her, Father,” said Felicity quickly. “I wanted to show you how lovely and gentle she is. Penny was never vicious. It was only that Mr. Nye beat her and hurt her. She did not trust him—or anyone. She wouldn’t let me ride her for the longest time.”

      “The longest time?” asked Mrs. Merriman. “Whatever do you mean? How long have you been…been going to her?”

      “Near five weeks now,” said Felicity. “Every morning.”

      Mrs. Merriman sank down on the step. “Five weeks? And we never knew!”

      “But how did you tame her?” asked Mr. Merriman. “Who showed you what to do?”

      “Penny herself. She showed me what to do,” said Felicity. “All I had to do was to be patient and careful. I had to wait for her to trust me.”

      “She’s a beautiful horse,” said Mr. Merriman. “And she seems as mild as a lamb. But she is not your horse to ride, even if you did tame her. You know it is wrong to borrow a horse without asking. You must take her back to the tannery now. You must apologize to Jiggy Nye for riding his horse. And you must never ride Penny again unless Jiggy Nye says that you may.”

      “But Father, you don’t understand! I want to keep her!” cried Felicity. “I heard Mr. Nye say that anyone who could ride her could have her. I can ride her, so she’s mine.”

      Mr. Merriman shook his head. “Lissie, Lissie,” he said. “It is you who misunderstood. No one would give away a horse like this. She belongs to Jiggy Nye. You must return her.”

      “But he beats the horse and starves her,” said Ben.

      “That may be true, but it is still his horse,” said Mr. Merriman firmly.

      “Can’t we buy her, Father?” begged Felicity. “Can’t we keep her? Can’t Penny stay?”

      But Father had no time to answer. For at that moment, Jiggy Nye came reeling into the yard. Penny reared, and Felicity had to grab on to her mane to stay on her back. Nan shrieked and William wailed.

      “I found ye!” yelled Mr. Nye. “Ye headstrong chit of a girl! You’ve stolen my horse! Get down off my horse!”

      Felicity leaned down and threw her arms around Penny’s neck. Penny was trembling. “You said anyone who could ride her could have her,” Felicity said to Mr. Nye.

      “I never did!” snarled Mr. Nye.

      Nan cried out, “You did! You did! I heard you, you bad old man!”

      Mr. Nye shouted, “I never meant no girl could steal that horse from me!”

      “No one is trying to steal your horse,” Mr. Merriman said. “My daughter misunderstood. She was wrong to take your horse, but it was a child’s honest mistake. I make my apologies for her.”

      “Mistake!” said Mr. Nye. “Taking a horse is a crime!”

      “The only crime here is the way you mistreat this horse,” said Mr. Merriman. “You don’t deserve to own Penny. I would buy her from you—”

      “Hah!” shouted Mr. Nye. “Never! I will never sell this horse to you and your bold-faced daughter. The horse is mine, and it always will be mine. I can treat it any way I want to. Hear me? Now tell your brat to get off my horse before I rip her down myself!” he ordered.

      “No!” cried Felicity. “Don’t let him take Penny! Father, please don’t!”

      Mr. Merriman looked up at Felicity sadly. “Penny does not belong to you, Felicity. You must let Jiggy Nye take her.”

      Felicity held Penny tight. “Please, Father, please,” she begged. “We can’t let Penny go.”

      Mr. Merriman gently opened Felicity’s arms and slid her off Penny’s back.

      Mr. Nye put a rope around Penny’s neck and pulled it tight. He turned to Felicity and said, “Don’t you come sneaking around! If I see you near this horse, I swear I’ll kill it! I’ll tan its hide before I let you touch it again.”

      Mr. Merriman put both his hands on Felicity’s shoulders. “I’ll not have you speak so roughly to my daughter, Nye. Be off with you!” he said.

      Mr. Nye spat in the dust. Then he yanked on the rope and led Penny away.

      Felicity felt dead inside. Penny was gone, and all her hopes were gone, too. “Penny!” she whispered. Then she turned and ran to the stable so that no one could hear her cry.

      A while later, Father came into the stable to find her. Felicity was stroking Old Bess. She took comfort in Bess’s warm, horsey smell.

      Father put his arm around Felicity. “Have you cried all your tears, my child?” he asked.

      Felicity nodded. They sat quietly for a while. Then Felicity said, “It was all a waste, wasn’t it? It was all for nothing.”

      “Nothing?” said her father. “Didn’t you tame that horse? Didn’t I see you riding her, looking as fine as a queen?”

      “But look how it ended,” said Felicity. “Mr. Nye has taken Penny back. I was wrong to ride off with her, and wrong to think that I could keep her. I was wrong to try to make her mine.”

       “No, Felicity, my dear,” said Father. “It is never wrong to try to earn something you love. Indeed, ’tis only wrong not to try. You hoped for something and you put hard work behind your hope. I can only be proud of a daughter who can do that.” He kissed Felicity’s forehead. “You come back to the house when you’re ready.”

      After Father left, Felicity pulled Ben’s breeches out from under the bucket. She went to Ben’s room and knocked. When he opened the door, Felicity held out his breeches. She said nothing.

      Ben took the breeches. Suddenly he said, “Felicity, I have a little money. Maybe if we offered Mr. Nye money…”

      “No, Ben,” said Felicity. “You heard him say he will never sell Penny to us. He’s too hateful.”

      “But Penny will never let Mr. Nye ride her,” said Ben. “If he touches her, she’ll go vicious again. Then he will beat her, and starve her, and soon I fear he’ll—”

      “He’ll kill her, Ben,” said Felicity.

      “Aye,” whispered Ben. “I fear he will.”

      “We’ve got to save her somehow,” said Felicity. “We’ve got to. What can we do?”

      “If only you could hide her somewhere,” murmured Ben.

      “Penny’s not a horse that was meant to live hidden away,” said Felicity. “She’d die of sadness if she were kept closed up in a stable or a pen.”

      “You are right,” nodded Ben. “She’d be better off loose again, running free in the woods.”

      Felicity said softly, “Aye, she’d be better off running free.” Then Felicity looked at Ben. “She’d be better off running free,” she said louder.

      Ben looked sad. “Felicity,” he said slowly. “If you let her

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