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“
Yes
,
”
she
said
,
“
he
is
really
quite
a
beauty
,
and
he
has
such
a
sweet
,
good
-
tempered
face
,
and
such
a
fine
,
intelligent
eye
—
what
do
you
say
to
calling
him
Black
Beauty
?
”
“
Black
Beauty
—
why
,
yes
,
I
think
that
is
a
very
good
name
.
If
you
like
it
shall
be
his
name
;
”
and
so
it
was
.
When
John
went
into
the
stable
he
told
James
that
master
and
mistress
had
chosen
a
good
,
sensible
English
name
for
me
,
that
meant
something
;
not
like
Marengo
,
or
Pegasus
,
or
Abdallah
.
They
both
laughed
,
and
James
said
,
“
If
it
was
not
for
bringing
back
the
past
,
I
should
have
named
him
Rob
Roy
,
for
I
never
saw
two
horses
more
alike
.
”
“
That
’
s
no
wonder
,
”
said
John
;
“
didn
’
t
you
know
that
Farmer
Grey
’
s
old
Duchess
was
the
mother
of
them
both
?
”
I
had
never
heard
that
before
;
and
so
poor
Rob
Roy
who
was
killed
at
that
hunt
was
my
brother
!
I
did
not
wonder
that
my
mother
was
so
troubled
.
It
seems
that
horses
have
no
relations
;
at
least
they
never
know
each
other
after
they
are
sold
.
John
seemed
very
proud
of
me
;
he
used
to
make
my
mane
and
tail
almost
as
smooth
as
a
lady
’
s
hair
,
and
he
would
talk
to
me
a
great
deal
;
of
course
I
did
not
understand
all
he
said
,
but
I
learned
more
and
more
to
know
what
he
meant
,
and
what
he
wanted
me
to
do
.
I
grew
very
fond
of
him
,
he
was
so
gentle
and
kind
;
he
seemed
to
know
just
how
a
horse
feels
,
and
when
he
cleaned
me
he
knew
the
tender
places
and
the
ticklish
places
;
when
he
brushed
my
head
he
went
as
carefully
over
my
eyes
as
if
they
were
his
own
,
and
never
stirred
up
any
ill
-
temper
.
James
Howard
,
the
stable
boy
,
was
just
as
gentle
and
pleasant
in
his
way
,
so
I
thought
myself
well
off
.
There
was
another
man
who
helped
in
the
yard
,
but
he
had
very
little
to
do
with
Ginger
and
me
.
A
few
days
after
this
I
had
to
go
out
with
Ginger
in
the
carriage
.
I
wondered
how
we
should
get
on
together
;
but
except
laying
her
ears
back
when
I
was
led
up
to
her
,
she
behaved
very
well
.
She
did
her
work
honestly
,
and
did
her
full
share
,
and
I
never
wish
to
have
a
better
partner
in
double
harness
.
When
we
came
to
a
hill
,
instead
of
slackening
her
pace
,
she
would
throw
her
weight
right
into
the
collar
,
and
pull
away
straight
up
.
We
had
both
the
same
sort
of
courage
at
our
work
,
and
John
had
oftener
to
hold
us
in
than
to
urge
us
forward
;
he
never
had
to
use
the
whip
with
either
of
us
;
then
our
paces
were
much
the
same
,
and
I
found
it
very
easy
to
keep
step
with
her
when
trotting
,
which
made
it
pleasant
,
and
master
always
liked
it
when
we
kept
step
well
,
and
so
did
John
.
After
we
had
been
out
two
or
three
times
together
we
grew
quite
friendly
and
sociable
,
which
made
me
feel
very
much
at
home
.
As
for
Merrylegs
,
he
and
I
soon
became
great
friends
;
he
was
such
a
cheerful
,
plucky
,
good
-
tempered
little
fellow
that
he
was
a
favorite
with
every
one
,
and
especially
with
Miss
Jessie
and
Flora
,
who
used
to
ride
him
about
in
the
orchard
,
and
have
fine
games
with
him
and
their
little
dog
Frisky
.
