The next morning, too, had its surprises. To begin with, Sir Harry
announced at breakfast that he must go and buy a horse. He might be
an hour or two over the business, and meanwhile the boys had better
go out into the town and enjoy themselves. Perhaps a sovereign
apiece might help them.
Taffy, who had never in his life possessed more than a shilling, was
staring at the gold piece in his hand, when the door opened, and Sir
Harry's horse-racing friend came in to breakfast and nodded
"Good-morning."
"Pity you're leaving to-day," he said, as he took his seat at a table
hard by them.
"My revenge must wait," Sir Harry answered.
It seemed a cold-blooded thing to be said so carelessly.
Taffy wondered if Sir Harry's search for a horse had anything to do
with this revenge, and the notion haunted him in the intervals of his
morning's shopping.
But how to lay out his sovereign? That was the first question.
George, who within ten minutes had settled his own problem by
purchasing a doubtful fox-terrier of the Boots of the hotel, saw no
difficulty. The Boots had another pup for sale--one of the same
litter.
"But I want something for mother, and the others--and Honoria."
"Botheration! I'd forgotten Honoria, and now the money's gone!
Never mind; she can have my pup."
"Oh!" said Taffy ruefully. "Then she won't think much of my
present.
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