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48 Farmer Thoroughgood and His Grandson Willie

           I’vehadthetendingofhimthesetendayspast,andagratefuller,pleasanteranimalInevermetwith,and’twouldbeworthagentleman’swhiletogiveafive-poundnoteforhim,andlethimhaveachance.I’llbeboundhe’dbeworthtwentypoundsnextspring.”

           Theoldgentlemanlaughed,andthelittleboylookedupeagerly.

           “Oh,grandpapa,didyounotsaythecoltsoldforfivepoundsmorethanyouexpected?Youwouldnotbepoorerifyoudidbuythisone.”

           Thefarmerslowlyfeltmylegs,whichweremuchswelledandstrained;thenhelookedatmymouth.“Thirteenorfourteen,Ishouldsay;justtrothimout,willyou?”

           Iarchedmypoorthinneck,raisedmytailalittle,andthrewoutmylegsaswellasIcould,fortheywereverystiff.

           “Whatisthelowestyouwilltakeforhim?”saidthefarmerasIcameback.

           “Fivepounds,sir;thatwasthelowestpricemymasterset.”

           “’Tisaspeculation,”saidtheoldgentleman,shakinghishead,butatthesametimeslowlydrawingouthispurse,“quiteaspeculation!Haveyouanymorebusinesshere?”hesaid,countingthesovereignsintohishand.

           “No,sir,Icantakehimforyoutotheinn,ifyouplease.”

           “Doso,Iamnowgoingthere.”

           Theywalkedforward,andIwasledbehind.Theboycouldhardlycontrolhisdelight,andtheoldgentlemanseemedtoenjoyhispleasure.Ihadagoodfeedattheinn,andwasthengentlyriddenhomebyaservantofmynewmaster’s,andturnedintoalargemeadowwithashedinonecornerofit.

           Mr.

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