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37 The Golden Rule

           

           WhenmyharnesswastakenoffIdidnotknowwhatIshoulddofirst—whethertoeatthegrass,orrolloveronmyback,orliedownandrest,orhaveagallopacrossthemeadowoutofsheerspiritsatbeingfree;andIdidallbyturns.JerryseemedtobequiteashappyasIwas;hesatdownbyabankunderashadytree,andlistenedtothebirds,thenhesanghimself,andreadoutofthelittlebrownbookheissofondof,thenwanderedroundthemeadow,anddownbyalittlebrook,wherehepickedtheflowersandthehawthorn,andtiedthemupwithlongspraysofivy;thenhegavemeagoodfeedoftheoatswhichhehadbroughtwithhim;butthetimeseemedalltooshort—IhadnotbeeninafieldsinceIleftpoorGingeratEarlshall.

           Wecamehomegently,andJerry’sfirstwordswere,aswecameintotheyard,“Well,Polly,IhavenotlostmySundayafterall,forthebirdsweresinginghymnsineverybush,andIjoinedintheservice;andasforJack,hewaslikeayoungcolt.”

           WhenhehandedDollytheflowersshejumpedaboutforjoy.

           

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