"I wish I could shake myself like that.

But then I can wash myself, and he can't.

What fun it would be to see Old Diamond washing his face with his hoofs and iron shoes! Wouldn't it be a picture ?" So saying, he got up and dressed himself.

Then he went out into the garden.

There must have been a tremendous wind in the night, for although all was quiet now, there lay the little summer-house crushed to the ground, and over it the great elm-tree, which the wind had broken across, being much decayed in the middle.