a ragged, barefooted, freckled-faced and snub-nosed urchin, coming along just then, divined her desire.
"Want a drink, lady?' he asked, smiling.
"Yes," answered Grace, "but I have no cup."
"I kin make ye one."
Straightway he fashioned a natural flagon from a leaf of the wild grape vine that grew nearby, piercing the leaf with its own stem so that it formed a cup out of which a Druid might have quaffed ambrosia.
"There's a cup," he said. "I allers makes 'em that way when I wants a drink." He filled it from the running water and held it up. Grace drank thirstily, and asked for more.
"And here is something for you," she said with a smile, as she passed down some chocolates she had slipped into a small pocket of her riding habit.
"Say, is it Christmas, or Fourth of July?' gasped the urchin as he accepted them. "Thanks lady."
Grace again smiled down at him, and Prince, having dipped his muzzle into the cool water again, for very pleasure in having all he wanted, swung about and trotted on.
The distance was not long now, and Grace, noting the gathering clouds, was glad of it.
