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“
The
thing
is
this
,
”
said
Merrylegs
.
“
Ginger
has
a
bad
habit
of
biting
and
snapping
;
that
is
why
they
call
her
Ginger
,
and
when
she
was
in
the
loose
box
she
used
to
snap
very
much
.
One
day
she
bit
James
in
the
arm
and
made
it
bleed
,
and
so
Miss
Flora
and
Miss
Jessie
,
who
are
very
fond
of
me
,
were
afraid
to
come
into
the
stable
.
They
used
to
bring
me
nice
things
to
eat
,
an
apple
or
a
carrot
,
or
a
piece
of
bread
,
but
after
Ginger
stood
in
that
box
they
dared
not
come
,
and
I
missed
them
very
much
.
I
hope
they
will
now
come
again
,
if
you
do
not
bite
or
snap
.
”
I
told
him
I
never
bit
anything
but
grass
,
hay
,
and
corn
,
and
could
not
think
what
pleasure
Ginger
found
it
.
“
Well
,
I
don
’
t
think
she
does
find
pleasure
,
”
says
Merrylegs
;
“
it
is
just
a
bad
habit
;
she
says
no
one
was
ever
kind
to
her
,
and
why
should
she
not
bite
?
Of
course
,
it
is
a
very
bad
habit
;
but
I
am
sure
,
if
all
she
says
be
true
,
she
must
have
been
very
ill
-
used
before
she
came
here
.
John
does
all
he
can
to
please
her
,
and
James
does
all
he
can
,
and
our
master
never
uses
a
whip
if
a
horse
acts
right
;
so
I
think
she
might
be
good
-
tempered
here
.
You
see
,
”
he
said
,
with
a
wise
look
,
“
I
am
twelve
years
old
;
I
know
a
great
deal
,
and
I
can
tell
you
there
is
not
a
better
place
for
a
horse
all
round
the
country
than
this
John
is
the
best
groom
that
ever
was
;
he
has
been
here
fourteen
years
;
and
you
never
saw
such
a
kind
boy
as
James
is
;
so
that
it
is
all
Ginger
’
s
own
fault
that
she
did
not
stay
in
that
box
.
”
The
name
of
the
coachman
was
John
Manly
;
he
had
a
wife
and
one
little
child
,
and
they
lived
in
the
coachman
’
s
cottage
,
very
near
the
stables
.
The
next
morning
he
took
me
into
the
yard
and
gave
me
a
good
grooming
,
and
just
as
I
was
going
into
my
box
,
with
my
coat
soft
and
bright
,
the
squire
came
in
to
look
at
me
,
and
seemed
pleased
.
“
John
,
”
he
said
,
“
I
meant
to
have
tried
the
new
horse
this
morning
,
but
I
have
other
business
.
You
may
as
well
take
him
around
after
breakfast
;
go
by
the
common
and
the
Highwood
,
and
back
by
the
watermill
and
the
river
;
that
will
show
his
paces
.
”
“
I
will
,
sir
,
”
said
John
.
After
breakfast
he
came
and
fitted
me
with
a
bridle
.
He
was
very
particular
in
letting
out
and
taking
in
the
straps
,
to
fit
my
head
comfortably
;
then
he
brought
a
saddle
,
but
it
was
not
broad
enough
for
my
back
;
he
saw
it
in
a
minute
and
went
for
another
,
which
fitted
nicely
.
He
rode
me
first
slowly
,
then
a
trot
,
then
a
canter
,
and
when
we
were
on
the
common
he
gave
me
a
light
touch
with
his
whip
,
and
we
had
a
splendid
gallop
.
“
Ho
,
ho
!
my
boy
,
”
he
said
,
as
he
pulled
me
up
,
“
you
would
like
to
follow
the
hounds
,
I
think
.
”
As
we
came
back
through
the
park
we
met
the
Squire
and
Mrs
.
Gordon
walking
;
they
stopped
,
and
John
jumped
off
.
“
Well
,
John
,
how
does
he
go
?
”
