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“
I
don
’
t
mean
to
,
”
she
said
,
“
while
they
are
good
to
me
.
I
did
bite
James
once
pretty
sharp
,
but
John
said
,
’
Try
her
with
kindness
,
’
and
instead
of
punishing
me
as
I
expected
,
James
came
to
me
with
his
arm
bound
up
,
and
brought
me
a
bran
mash
and
stroked
me
;
and
I
have
never
snapped
at
him
since
,
and
I
won
’
t
either
.
”
I
was
sorry
for
Ginger
,
but
of
course
I
knew
very
little
then
,
and
I
thought
most
likely
she
made
the
worst
of
it
;
however
,
I
found
that
as
the
weeks
went
on
she
grew
much
more
gentle
and
cheerful
,
and
had
lost
the
watchful
,
defiant
look
that
she
used
to
turn
on
any
strange
person
who
came
near
her
;
and
one
day
James
said
,
“
I
do
believe
that
mare
is
getting
fond
of
me
,
she
quite
whinnied
after
me
this
morning
when
I
had
been
rubbing
her
forehead
.
”
“
Ay
,
ay
,
Jim
,
’
tis
’
the
Birtwick
balls
’
,
”
said
John
,
“
she
’
ll
be
as
good
as
Black
Beauty
by
and
by
;
kindness
is
all
the
physic
she
wants
,
poor
thing
!
”
Master
noticed
the
change
,
too
,
and
one
day
when
he
got
out
of
the
carriage
and
came
to
speak
to
us
,
as
he
often
did
,
he
stroked
her
beautiful
neck
.
“
Well
,
my
pretty
one
,
well
,
how
do
things
go
with
you
now
?
You
are
a
good
bit
happier
than
when
you
came
to
us
,
I
think
.
”
She
put
her
nose
up
to
him
in
a
friendly
,
trustful
way
,
while
he
rubbed
it
gently
.
“
We
shall
make
a
cure
of
her
,
John
,
”
he
said
.
“
Yes
,
sir
,
she
’
s
wonderfully
improved
;
she
’
s
not
the
same
creature
that
she
was
;
it
’
s
’
the
Birtwick
balls
’
,
sir
,
”
said
John
,
laughing
This
was
a
little
joke
of
John
’
s
;
he
used
to
say
that
a
regular
course
of
“
the
Birtwick
horseballs
”
would
cure
almost
any
vicious
horse
;
these
balls
,
he
said
,
were
made
up
of
patience
and
gentleness
,
firmness
and
petting
,
one
pound
of
each
to
be
mixed
up
with
half
a
pint
of
common
sense
,
and
given
to
the
horse
every
day
.
Mr
.
Blomefield
,
the
vicar
,
had
a
large
family
of
boys
and
girls
;
sometimes
they
used
to
come
and
play
with
Miss
Jessie
and
Flora
.
One
of
the
girls
was
as
old
as
Miss
Jessie
;
two
of
the
boys
were
older
,
and
there
were
several
little
ones
.
When
they
came
there
was
plenty
of
work
for
Merrylegs
,
for
nothing
pleased
them
so
much
as
getting
on
him
by
turns
and
riding
him
all
about
the
orchard
and
the
home
paddock
,
and
this
they
would
do
by
the
hour
together
.
One
afternoon
he
had
been
out
with
them
a
long
time
,
and
when
James
brought
him
in
and
put
on
his
halter
he
said
:
“
There
,
you
rogue
,
mind
how
you
behave
yourself
,
or
we
shall
get
into
trouble
.
”
