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“
And
yet
,
”
said
John
,
“
I
am
sure
the
young
ladies
did
not
mean
it
;
it
was
only
ignorance
.
”
I
heard
no
more
of
this
conversation
,
for
the
medicine
did
well
and
sent
me
to
sleep
,
and
in
the
morning
I
felt
much
better
;
but
I
often
thought
of
John
’
s
words
when
I
came
to
know
more
of
the
world
.
Joe
Green
went
on
very
well
;
he
learned
quickly
,
and
was
so
attentive
and
careful
that
John
began
to
trust
him
in
many
things
;
but
as
I
have
said
,
he
was
small
of
his
age
,
and
it
was
seldom
that
he
was
allowed
to
exercise
either
Ginger
or
me
;
but
it
so
happened
one
morning
that
John
was
out
with
Justice
in
the
luggage
cart
,
and
the
master
wanted
a
note
to
be
taken
immediately
to
a
gentleman
’
s
house
,
about
three
miles
distant
,
and
sent
his
orders
for
Joe
to
saddle
me
and
take
it
,
adding
the
caution
that
he
was
to
ride
steadily
.
The
note
was
delivered
,
and
we
were
quietly
returning
when
we
came
to
the
brick
-
field
.
Here
we
saw
a
cart
heavily
laden
with
bricks
;
the
wheels
had
stuck
fast
in
the
stiff
mud
of
some
deep
ruts
,
and
the
carter
was
shouting
and
flogging
the
two
horses
unmercifully
.
Joe
pulled
up
.
It
was
a
sad
sight
.
There
were
the
two
horses
straining
and
struggling
with
all
their
might
to
drag
the
cart
out
,
but
they
could
not
move
it
;
the
sweat
streamed
from
their
legs
and
flanks
,
their
sides
heaved
,
and
every
muscle
was
strained
,
while
the
man
,
fiercely
pulling
at
the
head
of
the
fore
horse
,
swore
and
lashed
most
brutally
.
“
Hold
hard
,
”
said
Joe
;
“
don
’
t
go
on
flogging
the
horses
like
that
;
the
wheels
are
so
stuck
that
they
cannot
move
the
cart
.
”
The
man
took
no
heed
,
but
went
on
lashing
.
“
Stop
!
pray
stop
!
”
said
Joe
.
“
I
’
ll
help
you
to
lighten
the
cart
;
they
can
’
t
move
it
now
.
”
“
Mind
your
own
business
,
you
impudent
young
rascal
,
and
I
’
ll
mind
mine
!
”
The
man
was
in
a
towering
passion
and
the
worse
for
drink
,
and
laid
on
the
whip
again
.
Joe
turned
my
head
,
and
the
next
moment
we
were
going
at
a
round
gallop
toward
the
house
of
the
master
brick
-
maker
.
I
cannot
say
if
John
would
have
approved
of
our
pace
,
but
Joe
and
I
were
both
of
one
mind
,
and
so
angry
that
we
could
not
have
gone
slower
.
The
house
stood
close
by
the
roadside
.
Joe
knocked
at
the
door
,
and
shouted
,
“
Halloo
!
Is
Mr
.
Clay
at
home
?
”
The
door
was
opened
,
and
Mr
.
Clay
himself
came
out
.
