They think a great deal of me, and so does James.

Are you going to live next door to me in the box ?" I said, "Yes." "Well, then," he said, "I hope you are good-tempered; I do not like any one next door who bites." Just then a horse's head looked over from the stall beyond; the ears were laid back, and the eye looked rather ill-tempered.

This was a tall chestnut mare, with a long handsome neck; she looked across to me and said, "So it is you have turned me out of my box; it is a very strange thing for a colt like you to come and turn a lady out of her own home." [Illustration] "I beg your pardon," I said, "I have turned no one out; the man who brought me put me here, and I had nothing to do with it.

I never had words yet with horse or mare, and it is my wish to live at peace." "Well," she said, "we shall see; of course, I do not want to have words with a young thing like you." I said no more.

In the afternoon, when she went out, Merrylegs told me all about it.
"The thing is this," said Merrylegs, "Ginger has a habit of biting and snapping; that is why they call her Ginger, and when she was in the box-stall, she used to snap very much.