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The
next
morning
,
when
I
was
well
-
groomed
,
Polly
and
Dolly
came
into
the
yard
to
see
me
and
make
friends
.
Harry
had
been
helping
his
father
since
the
early
morning
,
and
had
stated
his
opinion
that
I
should
turn
out
a
“
regular
brick
”
.
Polly
brought
me
a
slice
of
apple
,
and
Dolly
a
piece
of
bread
,
and
made
as
much
of
me
as
if
I
had
been
the
“
Black
Beauty
”
of
olden
time
.
It
was
a
great
treat
to
be
petted
again
and
talked
to
in
a
gentle
voice
,
and
I
let
them
see
as
well
as
I
could
that
I
wished
to
be
friendly
.
Polly
thought
I
was
very
handsome
,
and
a
great
deal
too
good
for
a
cab
,
if
it
was
not
for
the
broken
knees
.
“
Of
course
there
’
s
no
one
to
tell
us
whose
fault
that
was
,
”
said
Jerry
,
“
and
as
long
as
I
don
’
t
know
I
shall
give
him
the
benefit
of
the
doubt
;
for
a
firmer
,
neater
stepper
I
never
rode
.
We
’
ll
call
him
’
Jack
’
,
after
the
old
one
—
shall
we
,
Polly
?
”
“
Do
,
”
she
said
,
“
for
I
like
to
keep
a
good
name
going
.
”
Captain
went
out
in
the
cab
all
the
morning
.
Harry
came
in
after
school
to
feed
me
and
give
me
water
.
In
the
afternoon
I
was
put
into
the
cab
.
Jerry
took
as
much
pains
to
see
if
the
collar
and
bridle
fitted
comfortably
as
if
he
had
been
John
Manly
over
again
.
When
the
crupper
was
let
out
a
hole
or
two
it
all
fitted
well
.
There
was
no
check
-
rein
,
no
curb
,
nothing
but
a
plain
ring
snaffle
.
What
a
blessing
that
was
!
After
driving
through
the
side
street
we
came
to
the
large
cab
stand
where
Jerry
had
said
“
Good
-
night
”
.
On
one
side
of
this
wide
street
were
high
houses
with
wonderful
shop
fronts
,
and
on
the
other
was
an
old
church
and
churchyard
,
surrounded
by
iron
palisades
.
Alongside
these
iron
rails
a
number
of
cabs
were
drawn
up
,
waiting
for
passengers
;
bits
of
hay
were
lying
about
on
the
ground
;
some
of
the
men
were
standing
together
talking
;
some
were
sitting
on
their
boxes
reading
the
newspaper
;
and
one
or
two
were
feeding
their
horses
with
bits
of
hay
,
and
giving
them
a
drink
of
water
.
We
pulled
up
in
the
rank
at
the
back
of
the
last
cab
.
Two
or
three
men
came
round
and
began
to
look
at
me
and
pass
their
remarks
.
“
Very
good
for
a
funeral
,
”
said
one
.
“
Too
smart
-
looking
,
”
said
another
,
shaking
his
head
in
a
very
wise
way
;
“
you
’
ll
find
out
something
wrong
one
of
these
fine
mornings
,
or
my
name
isn
’
t
Jones
.
”
“
Well
,
”
said
Jerry
pleasantly
,
“
I
suppose
I
need
not
find
it
out
till
it
finds
me
out
,
eh
?
And
if
so
,
I
’
ll
keep
up
my
spirits
a
little
longer
.
”
Then
there
came
up
a
broad
-
faced
man
,
dressed
in
a
great
gray
coat
with
great
gray
cape
and
great
white
buttons
,
a
gray
hat
,
and
a
blue
comforter
loosely
tied
round
his
neck
;
his
hair
was
gray
,
too
;
but
he
was
a
jolly
-
looking
fellow
,
and
the
other
men
made
way
for
him
.
He
looked
me
all
over
,
as
if
he
had
been
going
to
buy
me
;
and
then
straightening
himself
up
with
a
grunt
,
he
said
,
“
He
’
s
the
right
sort
for
you
,
Jerry
;
I
don
’
t
care
what
you
gave
for
him
,
he
’
ll
be
worth
it
.
”
Thus
my
character
was
established
on
the
stand
.
