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." [Illustration] 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.

There was no check-rein, no curb, nothing but a plain ring snaffle.