rather ill-tempered. This was a tall chestnut mare with a long handsome neck; she looked across to me and said,
"So it is you who have turned me out of my box; it is a very strange thing for a colt like you, to come and turn a lady out of her own home."
"I beg your pardon," I said, "I have turned no one out; the man who brought me put me here, and I had nothing to do with it; and as to my being a colt, I am turned four years old, and am a grown-up horse: I never had words yet with horse or mare, and it is my wish to live at peace."
"Well," she said, "we shall see; of course I do not want to have words with a young thing like you." I said no more.
In the afternoon when she went out, Merrylegs told me all about it.
"The thing is this," said Merrylegs, "Ginger has a bad habit of biting and snapping; that is why they call her Ginger, and when she was in the loose box, she used to snap very much. One day she bit James in the arm and made it bleed, and so Miss Flora and Miss Jessie, who are very fond of me, were afraid to come into the stable. They used to bring me nice things to eat, an apple or a carrot, or a piece of bread, but after Ginger stood in that box, they dare not come, and I missed them very much. I hope they will now come again, if you do not bite or snap."
I told him I never bit anything but grass, hay and corn, and could not think what pleasure Ginger found it.