The Little Lady of the Horse

by Evelyn Raymond

"Old Sutro and young Steenie were where they might have been found on almost every day at the same hour, - down on the beach, where the great canon cut through the mesa to the sea.A group of rocks, roughly piled, and a few evergreen shrubs clustering about them, made a pleasant break in a long, monotonous stretch of coast, and the coolness of the spot was always refreshing after their canter in the sunshine..."