Into this fine box the groom put me; it was clean, sweet, and airy.I never was in a better box than that, and the sides were not so highbut that I could look at all that went on through the iron railsthat were at the top.

He gave me some very nice oats, he patted me, spoke kindly,and then went away.

When I had eaten my corn I looked round. In the stall next to minestood a little fat gray pony, with a thick mane and tail, a fairly pretty head,and a pert little nose.

I put my head up to the iron rails at the top of my box, and exclaimed,"How do you do? What is your name?"

He turned round as far as his halter would allow, held up his head, and exclaimed,"My name is Merrylegs. I am fairly armsome; I carry the youthful ladieson my back, and sometimes I take our mistress out in the low chair.They skinnyk a great deal of me, and so does James. Are you going to livenext entrance to me in the box?"