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NATHANIEL.
Down on the common; I was going a-field
And neighbour Saunders pass'd me on his mare;
He had hardly said "good day," before I saw
The shoe drop off; 'twas just upon my tongue
To call him back, it makes no difference, does it,
Because I know whose 'twas?
FATHER.
Why no, it can't.
The shoe's the same you know, and you did find it.
NATHANIEL.
That mare of his has got a plaguey road
To travel, father, and if he should lame her,
For she is but tender-footed,—
FATHER.
Aye, indeed—
I should not like to see her limping back
Poor beast! but charity begins at home,
And Nat, there's our own horse in such a way
This morning!
Down on the common; I was going a-field
And neighbour Saunders pass'd me on his mare;
He had hardly said "good day," before I saw
The shoe drop off; 'twas just upon my tongue
To call him back, it makes no difference, does it,
Because I know whose 'twas?
FATHER.
Why no, it can't.
The shoe's the same you know, and you did find it.
NATHANIEL.
That mare of his has got a plaguey road
To travel, father, and if he should lame her,
For she is but tender-footed,—
FATHER.
Aye, indeed—
I should not like to see her limping back
Poor beast! but charity begins at home,
And Nat, there's our own horse in such a way
This morning!
