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BLACK BEAUTY. |
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last, in passing through one, we came to a long cab stand, when my rider called out in a cheery voice, " Good-night, Governor!"
" Halloo!" cried a voice. " Have you got a good one?"
" I think so," replied my owner.
" I .wish you luck with him."
" Thank ye. Governor," and he rode on. We soon turned up one of the side-streets, and about half-way up that we turned into a very narrow street with rather poor-looking houses on one side, and what seemed to be coachhouses and stables on the other.
My owner pulled up at one of the houses and whistled. The door flew open and a young woman, followed by a little girl and boy, ran out. There was a very lively greeting as my rider dismounted.
" Now then, Harry, my boy, open the gates, and mother will bring us the lantern."
The next minute they were all standing round me in a email stable yard.
"Is he gentle, father?"
" Yes, Dolly, as gentle as your own kitten; come and pat him."
At once the little hand was patting about over my shoulder without fear. How good it felt!
" Let me get him a bran mash while you rub him down," said the mother.
" Do, Polly, it's just what he wants; and I know you've got a beautiful mash ready for me."
"Sausage dumpling and apple turnover!" shouted the boy, which set them all laughing. I was led into a comfortable, clean-smelling stall with plenty of dry straw, and after a capital supper I lay down, thinking I was going to be happy. |
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