The nurse put the little girl on my back, and Jack wanted to lead me, but of course I had no bridle on, so he came up and stroked me softly and whispered in my ear:—
“Gee up, Neddy! Come along, dear Neddy!”
"I followed him All the Way."
I was so pleased with this little boy’s trusting me, that I at once followed him all the way, occasionally touching his hand with my nose.
“Oh, nurse, nurse—look! He’s kissing me!” cried Jack.
“Nonsense, my dear!” said the nurse. “He does that because he smells the piece of bread you have in your pocket.”
I was so hurt at this unkind remark from the nurse, that I turned my head away all the rest of the time we were going to the house of the children’s grandmamma.