- ing to master, "Are you really safe, my dear? Oh!
I have been so anxious, fancying all sorts of things. Have you had no accident?"
"No, but if your Black Beauty had not been wiser than we were, we should all have been carried down the river at the wooden bridge." I heard no more, as they went into the house, and John took me to the stable. Oh, what a good supper he gave me that night, a good bran mash and some crushed beans with my oats, and such a thick bed of straw! and I was glad of it, for I was tired.
—Anna Sewell
A BEWITCHED DONKEY
There was once a little donkey who lived with a little old woman and her tabby cat and her rooster and his hens and their chicks in a little cottage out in the country. Every morning, after cropping the dewy grass, the little donkey used to poke his head in at the cottage window, as much as to say, "It's time we were off," and the little old woman used to say, "I'll be with you in two shakes of Tabby's tail." Presently out she would bring two baskets of fresh-laid eggs from the hens and hang them across the donkey's back, and off to market they'd go. Tabby would stop washing her face to wave her paw at them, and the little old woman would wave her hand back, and the little donkey would turn
