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voice, and I let them see as well as I could that I wished to be friendly. Polly thought I was very handsome, and a great deal too good for a cab, if it was not for the broken knees.
" Of course there's no one to tell us whose fault that was," said Jerry, " and as long as I don't know I shall give him the benefit of the doubt; for a firmer, neater stepper I never rode. We'll call him 'Jack,' after the old one—shall we, Polly ?"
" Do," she said, " for I like to keep a good name going."
Captain went out in the cab all the morning. Harry came in after school to feed me and give me water. In the afternoon I was put into the cab. Jerry took as much pains to see if the collar and bridle fitted comfortably as if he had been John Manly over again. When the crupper was let out a hole or two, it all fitted well. There was no check-rein, no curb, nothing but a plain ring snaffle. What a blessing that was !
After driving through the side street we came to the large cab stand where Jerry had said " Good-night." On one side of this wide street were high houses with wonderful shop fronts, and on the other was an old church and • church-yard, surrounded by iron palisades. Alongside these iron rails a number of cabs were drawn up, waiting for passengers ; bits of hay were lying about on the ground ; some of the men were standing together talking; some were sitting on their boxes reading the newspapers; and one or two were feeding their horses with bits of hay, and giving them a drink of water. We pulled up in the rank at the back of the last cab. Two or three men came round and began to look at me and pass their remarks.
" Very good for a funeral," said one.
" Too smart-looking," said another, shaking his head in a very wrise way; "you'll find out something wrong one of these fine mornings, or my name isn't Jones."
"Well," said Jerry pleasantly, "I suppose I need not