I 've had my field a good bit longer than that , but maybe the time will come yet . Meanwhile I rejoice in the fact that I am a landed proprietor to the extent of four acres . '' Miss Cordelia had thought of converting her field into a playground for the factory children and asking detachments of them over on Saturday afternoon . But she knew that her Point Pleasant neighbours would object to this , so that project was dropped . When Miss Cordelia pushed open her little gate , hung crookedly in a very compact and prim spruce hedge , she stopped in amazement and said , `` Well , for pity 's sake ! '' Cynthia Ann Flemming , who lived on the other side of the spruce hedge , now came hurrying over . `` Good evening , Cordelia . I have a letter that was left with me for you . '' `` But -- that -- horse , '' said Miss Cordelia , with a long breath between every word . `` Where did he come from ? Tied at my front door -- and he 's eaten the tops off every one of my geraniums ! Where 's his owner or rider or something ? '' The horse in question was a mild-eyed , rather good-looking quadruped , tied by a halter to the elm at Miss Cordelia 's door and contentedly munching a mouthful of geranium stalks . Cynthia Ann came through the hedge with the letter . `` Maybe this will explain , '' she said . `` Same boy brought it as brought the horse -- a little freckly chap mostly all grin and shirtsleeves . Said he was told to take the letter and horse to Miss Cordelia Herry , Elm Street , Point Pleasant , and he could n't wait . So he tied the creature in there and left the letter with me . He came half an hour ago . Well , he has played havoc with your geraniums and no mistake . ''
Miss Cordelia opened and read her XXXXX .
Said amazement boy field grin letter owner rider sake time