"I wish to goodness they would," said the butcher; "'twould save me a wonderful deal of harass, and I could suit my customers much better
if I knew beforehand - But there! what's the use of talking - who ever thinks of a butcher's convenience or a butcher's horse! Now, then,
take him in and look to him well; mind, he does not go out again to-day, and if anything else is wanted you must carry it yourself in the basket."
With that he went in, and the horse was led away.
But all boys are not cruel. I have seen some as fond of their pony or donkey as if it had been a favorite dog, and the little creatures have worked away as cheerfully and willingly for their young drivers as I work for Jerry. It may be hard work sometimes, but a friend's hand and voice make it easy.
There was a young coster-boy who came up our street with greens and potatoes; he had an old pony, not very handsome, but the cheerfullest
and pluckiest little thing I ever saw, and to see how fond those two were of each other was a treat. The pony followed his master like a dog, and when he got into his cart would trot off without a whip or a word, and rattle down the street as merrily as if he had come out of
the queen's stables. Jerry liked the boy, and called him "Prince Charlie", for he said he would make a king of drivers some day.
There was an old man, too, who used to come up our street with a little coal cart; he wore a coal-heaver's hat, and looked rough and black.
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