The cabman and his cab had vanished entirely, but, curiously enough, the cab door was standing wide open in the wall of the house, just above the porch, and in the opening stood the red Cow gazing down upon him, and solemnly chewing, as before. The house had such a familiar look to him that Davy felt quite at home; and, moreover, the Cow seemed quite like an old acquaintance, compared with the other creatures he had met, and he was just about to begin a friendly conversation with her, when she suddenly stopped chewing, and said, "How did you get here?"
"I came in a cab," said Davy. "We came along just behind the horse."
"People in cabs usually do," said the Cow; "leastwise I never heard of any of 'em being ahead of him."
"But this horse was running away, you know," said Davy.
"Where was the cabman?" said the Cow, suspiciously.
"He was drawing the cab," said Davy.
"What!" exclaimed the Cow,—"while the horse was running away? Oh, come, I say!"
"He was, truly," said Davy, laughing; "you never saw anything half so ridiculous."
"I certainly never did—that I can remember," said the Cow; "but then, you see, I haven't always been a cow."
"Really?" said Davy.