clapped, and my father got up and came around the table to kiss Joss. We took Tootie home, then went right to bed.
âIt was the best birthday,â Joss said sleepily. Sheâd been out four times to check on Prince. If it hadnât been for the mosquitoes, she wouldâve slept in the garage. âIt was perfect. Iâll see you in the morning,â and she was asleep.
âOne if by land, two if by sea, guess whoâs looking out the window, itâs Miss Pemberthy,â I said the next morning. Not a bad poem just on the spur of the moment, I thought. âSheâs got her nose pressed against the window. Iâll bet sheâll be on the telephone in five seconds.â
Joss had saddled up Prince and ridden him around the back yard before anyone was awake. Then, after breakfast, we rode him bareback with me in the rear and took him up in the front yard. Itâs a funny thing about a horse. When youâre standing next to him he doesnât look that big, but, boy, when youâre on his back, it seems a long way to the ground.
I put my arms around her waist and held on.
âYouâre strangling me,â Joss protested, so I let up a little. Only a little, though.
We heard the telephone ring inside, and my mother answered. âOh, yes, of course, how are you, Miss Pemberthy?â she said in a loud voice.
âWhatâd I tell you?â I said. âSheâll blow her cork. Sheâll imagine the whole neighborhood is turning into one huge stable, covered with horse turds.â
âShe probably had her binoculars out last night when Mr. Essig came over,â Joss said. Long ago weâd decided Miss Pemberthy spent about twenty-two hours a day at the window with her binoculars trained on our house. At her age she didnât need much sleep. There wasnât anything she missed. Once, in the middle of the night, my mother and father had to rush me to the hospital because they thought I was having an appendicitis attack. It turned out to be just a severe stomach-ache, but theyâd scarcely gotten back inside the house when the phone rang and it was Miss Pemberthy asking what was wrong.
âShould I?â Joss turned Prince in the direction of the âNO TURNINGâ sign. âA turd is what I think it is, right?â
âA turd is a piece of excrement,â I told her. I learned that from Ellen Spicer. When she wasnât combating dry skin, she spent a lot of time learning what she thought were dirty words out of the dictionary. Turd is a very descriptive word. Itâs too bad I donât get a chance to use it more often.
âIâll be right back,â I said and slipped off Prince. âI want to hear what theyâre saying.â
When I picked up the extension in the kitchen, Miss Pemberthy was saying, âI simply could not believe my eyes. I could not believe these old eyes of mine. A horse across the street! In a neighborhood that is certainly not zoned for horses. Oh, my, what a shock!â
âMy dear Miss Pemberthy,â my mother said in a special voice she uses for tense occasions, âyesterday was Jossâs birthday. Sheâs been saving her money for ages. Sheâs just rented him. For a week.⦠No, she doesnât own the horse.â
Between sputters, Miss Pemberthy said, âI cannot permit such desecration of a first-class neighborhood. I will have to report this to the proper authorities.â
âIâm sorry you feel this way,â my mother said, her voice sliding from soft to sharp. âAs I said, itâs only for a week. Joss has every intention of keeping him inside our property line. She has promised us, and sheâs a very trustworthy child.â
There was a silence. I could hear Miss Pemberthy breathing. âFar be it from me,â she said, âto interfere with a childâs pleasure. Far be it from me. I was a child once myself, you know,â and she made a
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