silvery ice.

Father lifted it out. There was a large cake of glittering ice just as
they had put it in last winter.

"Now we'll wash the sawdust off," said father.

So they stopped at the well and washed it all clean, and then broke it
into pieces. Part of it they took to mother to keep the butter cool;
part of it to John to freeze the ice cream.

When the ice cream was frozen and Bobby was eating a dish of it, father
said, "Well, Bobby, who made the ice cream to-day?"

"I see now," said Bobby. "We could not have had it on this hot day if
Prince and Daisy had not drawn the heavy loads of ice last winter."

"And I could not have made such good butter without the ice," said
mother.

"If horses liked ice cream," said Bobby, "I would give some of mine to
Daisy and Prince."

[Illustration: PRINCE PLAYS TAG]

X

This is a story about Prince when he was naughty. It was one time when
Farmer Hill let him out into the pasture for a day and Prince would not
come back at night.

It began when Farmer Hill said one Sunday morning in spring, "I will
turn Prince and Daisy into the pasture to-day and let the other horses
take us to church."

All winter long Prince had been in his stall in the barn, except once
in a while when he had been driven to the village or the city.

He had been standing in the dark stall so long that when Farmer Hill
turned him loose in the pasture, he felt very strange.

At first he just stood near the bars and nibbled the short fresh grass.
Then he slowly walked around to the clump of trees in the middle of the
lot and ate some more grass; then he went to the far corner and took a
drink of cool water from the little brook.

The sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing in the trees.
Prince liked the bright sunlight, he liked the gentle breeze, he liked
the fresh grass.

"I shall stay here always," thought Prince. "I should like to run and
kick up my heels."

So he kicked up his heels and ran to the other end of the field.

After a while he went galloping back again.

All day Prince and Daisy were out in the pasture, sometimes eating
grass, sometimes resting under the trees, sometimes running and
prancing around.

Toward night, when it was time for them to go back into the stable,
Farmer Hill came to the bars and whistled.

They both heard him whistle.

Daisy came running toward him, and he opened the stable door and put
her in.

But Prince did not come.

Instead