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She
was
so
fond
of
me
that
she
never
would
sleep
out
of
my
stall
;
she
made
her
bed
under
the
manger
,
and
there
she
had
a
litter
of
five
as
pretty
little
puppies
as
need
be
;
none
were
drowned
,
for
they
were
a
valuable
kind
,
and
how
pleased
she
was
with
them
!
and
when
they
got
their
eyes
open
and
crawled
about
,
it
was
a
real
pretty
sight
;
but
one
day
the
man
came
and
took
them
all
away
;
I
thought
he
might
be
afraid
I
should
tread
upon
them
.
But
it
was
not
so
;
in
the
evening
poor
Skye
brought
them
back
again
,
one
by
one
in
her
mouth
;
not
the
happy
little
things
that
they
were
,
but
bleeding
and
crying
pitifully
;
they
had
all
had
a
piece
of
their
tails
cut
off
,
and
the
soft
flap
of
their
pretty
little
ears
was
cut
quite
off
.
How
their
mother
licked
them
,
and
how
troubled
she
was
,
poor
thing
!
I
never
forgot
it
.
They
healed
in
time
,
and
they
forgot
the
pain
,
but
the
nice
soft
flap
,
that
of
course
was
intended
to
protect
the
delicate
part
of
their
ears
from
dust
and
injury
,
was
gone
forever
.
Why
don
’
t
they
cut
their
own
children
’
s
ears
into
points
to
make
them
look
sharp
?
Why
don
’
t
they
cut
the
end
off
their
noses
to
make
them
look
plucky
?
One
would
be
just
as
sensible
as
the
other
.
What
right
have
they
to
torment
and
disfigure
God
’
s
creatures
?
”
Sir
Oliver
,
though
he
was
so
gentle
,
was
a
fiery
old
fellow
,
and
what
he
said
was
all
so
new
to
me
,
and
so
dreadful
,
that
I
found
a
bitter
feeling
toward
men
rise
up
in
my
mind
that
I
never
had
before
.
Of
course
Ginger
was
very
much
excited
;
she
flung
up
her
head
with
flashing
eyes
and
distended
nostrils
,
declaring
that
men
were
both
brutes
and
blockheads
.
“
Who
talks
about
blockheads
?
”
said
Merrylegs
,
who
just
came
up
from
the
old
apple
-
tree
,
where
he
had
been
rubbing
himself
against
the
low
branch
.
“
Who
talks
about
blockheads
?
I
believe
that
is
a
bad
word
.
”
“
Bad
words
were
made
for
bad
things
,
”
said
Ginger
,
and
she
told
him
what
Sir
Oliver
had
said
.
“
It
is
all
true
,
”
said
Merrylegs
sadly
,
“
and
I
’
ve
seen
that
about
the
dogs
over
and
over
again
where
I
lived
first
;
but
we
won
’
t
talk
about
it
here
.
You
know
that
master
,
and
John
and
James
are
always
good
to
us
,
and
talking
against
men
in
such
a
place
as
this
doesn
’
t
seem
fair
or
grateful
,
and
you
know
there
are
good
masters
and
good
grooms
beside
ours
,
though
of
course
ours
are
the
best
.
”
This
wise
speech
of
good
little
Merrylegs
,
which
we
knew
was
quite
true
,
cooled
us
all
down
,
especially
Sir
Oliver
,
who
was
dearly
fond
of
his
master
;
and
to
turn
the
subject
I
said
,
“
Can
any
one
tell
me
the
use
of
blinkers
?
”
“
No
!
”
said
Sir
Oliver
shortly
,
“
because
they
are
no
use
.
”
“
They
are
supposed
,
”
said
Justice
,
the
roan
cob
,
in
his
calm
way
,
“
to
prevent
horses
from
shying
and
starting
,
and
getting
so
frightened
as
to
cause
accidents
.
”
“
Then
what
is
the
reason
they
do
not
put
them
on
riding
horses
;
especially
on
ladies
’
horses
?
”
said
I
.
“
There
is
no
reason
at
all
,
”
said
he
quietly
,
“
except
the
fashion
;
they
say
that
a
horse
would
be
so
frightened
to
see
the
wheels
of
his
own
cart
or
carriage
coming
behind
him
that
he
would
be
sure
to
run
away
,
although
of
course
when
he
is
ridden
he
sees
them
all
about
him
if
the
streets
are
crowded
.
