_Boy._ I will have a book. I will have one with a dog in it. May I not?
_Mother._ Yes, you may.
_Boy._ Let me see, here is a goat. Do look at his face; how like it
is to a goat! Here is a ball, and a lamb with wool on it, just like
my lamb that I feed at home. And here is a cock. Can you crow? Crow
and tell us that it is time to rise. Can you not? What a tail he has!
a fine tail! No, I will not have that, for his tail will soon be off.
Some part of it is come off now.
_Mother._ You must not pull; you do harm.
_Boy._ I did not pull hard.
_Mother._ You are a long time.
_Boy._ O, here is a fine horse! I like this horse. I like his long
tail. You shall not have your tail cut—no, nor your ears: but you can
not feel. Come, sir, walk and trot. Do you move well? I will rub you
down, and give you oats and hay, and chop straw for you. I will be good
to you, not whip you much—No more than just to say—Now go on;—nor spur
you, nor gall your poor skin; no, nor let the hair rub off. So—you set
your tail well; but if you did not, Tom must not nick you; no, nor yet
dock your poor tail; you will want it to keep the flies from you when
it is hot. I see poor _Crop_ toss his head all day; he does it to keep
the flies from him; but it is all in vain, he can not keep them off. I
will be good to you; I will tend and feed you; and I will not ride too
hard, and hurt your feet; nor trot on hard road, so as to make you fall
and cut your knees; but I will pat your neck when I get up, and I will
make you know me: so that you will turn your head, and seem to like to
have me get on your back. At night, you must have a warm bed. When I
have rode you in the day, I will see that you have good corn, and hay,
and straw; and Tom must wash the hot sand out of your poor feet, so
that they may not ache, and make you grow lame.
_Mother._ I can not but give you the horse, as you seem to plan so well
for him; I hope you will be good and kind to all things.
_Boy._ I do not care now for the lamb, nor for the—
_Mother._ My dear, I would have you know your own mind; if you get the
trick to like now this, now that, and now you know not what, it will do
you harm all your life.—So it is that boys and men spend too much; so
it is that they act like fools. I would give you all the toys in the
shop, if it were for your good to have them: the horse you have; now
take something else; take the book, do you like the book?
_Boy._ I do; I thank you, mamma. I will keep the horse, and I will give
the book to Jack. O! my dear horse, how I love you!
[Illustration: Horse]
[Illustration: Horse and cow]