" Isn't it rather too much for him to go in the cab all day and every day?" resumed Mr. Raymond.
"So father says, when he feels his ribs of a morning. But then he says the old horse do eat well, and the moment he's had his supper, down he goes, and never gets up till he's called; and, for the legs of him, father says that makes no end of a differ. Some horses, sir! they won't lie down all night long, but go to sleep on their four pins, like a haystack, father says. / think it's very stupid of them, and so does old Diamond. But then I suppose they don't know better, and so they can't help it. We musn't be too hard upon them, father says."
" Your father must be a good man, Diamond."
Diamond looked up in Mr. Raymond's face, wondering what he could mean.
" I said your father must be a good man, Diamond."
"Of course," said Diamond. "How could he drive a cab if he wasn't?"
"There are some men who drive cabs who are not very good," objected Mr. Raymond.
Diamond remembered the drunken cabman, and saw that his friend was right.
"Ah! but," he returned, "he must be, you know, with such a horse as old Diamond."
"That does make a difference," said Mr. Raymond. " But it is quite enough that he is a good man, without our trying to account for it. Now, if you like, 1 will give you a proof that / think him a good man. I am going away on the Continent for a while — for