Chapter 9: Merrylegs
Mr. Blomefield, the vicar, had a large family of boys and girls;
sometimes they used to come and play with Miss Jessie and Flora.
One of the girls was as old as Miss Jessie; two of the boys were older,
and there were several little ones. When they came there was plenty of work
for Merrylegs, for nothing pleased them so much as getting on him by turns
and riding him all about the orchard and the home paddock,
and this they would do by the hour together.
One afternoon he had been out with them a long time,
and when James brought him in and put on his halter he said:
"There, you rogue, mind how you behave yourself, or we shall get
"What have you been doing, Merrylegs?" I asked.
"Oh!" said he, tossing his little head, "I have only been giving
those young people a lesson; they did not know when they had had enough,
nor when I had had enough, so I just pitched them off backward;
that was the only thing they could understand."
"What!" said I, "you threw the children off? I thought you did know better
than that! Did you throw Miss Jessie or Miss Flora?"
He looked very much offended, and said: