He lives at the livery stable and you might name him after his
master, Walter Rock. Call him Walt for short, you know."
Philip, dancing and barking, came running over the snowy lawn and Meg
raced after him.
"The horse's name is Walt," Dot informed her importantly. "I think he
looks kind, don't you, Meg?"
"Of course he is a kind horse," said Meg. "He's a pretty color, too."
Walt was a spotted horse, brown and white, not a polka-dot horse, of
course, but with what Meg called a "pattern" of oddly shaped slashes of
white on his brown coat.
"He must be a foulard horse," Meg commented as the children climbed
into the soft clean straw which filled the box of the sleigh.
Sam shouted with laughter and Mother Blossom and Aunt Polly and Norah,
who were all standing in the doorway to see them start, called out to
ask what the joke was about.
"Tell you when we come back," shouted Sam, taking up the reins. "All
set back there? Then here we go, jingle bells!"
The horse set off at a trot and the four little Blossoms grinned at
each other delightedly. There were plenty of warm blankets in the
sleigh and the livery stable man had put in a fur lap robe that made
Twaddles think of a big black bear. None of the children had gone
driving in a sleigh very often, for Father Blossom used his car
practically all winter and kept no horses. Aunt Polly had horses and
for all the children knew she might have a sleigh, though they had
never seen one in the barn; but when they visited Aunt Polly at
Brookside Farm, it was summer and snow was the one thing furthest from
their thoughts.
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