usly fast."

Davy hastily scrambled in, and the cabman started off again. The dust
was pouring out of both faucets, and a heavy shower of gravel was
rattling into the bath-tub; and, to make matters worse, the cabman was
now going along at such an astonishing speed that the cab rocked
violently from side to side, like a boat in a stormy sea. Davy made a
frantic attempt to shut off the dust, but it seemed to come faster and
faster, until he was almost choked, and by this time the gravel had
become as large as cherry-stones, and was flying around in the cab and
rattling about his ears like a little hail-storm. Now, all this was a
great deal more than Davy had bargained for, and it was so very
unpleasant that he presently sat down on the floor of the cab in the
hope of getting a little out of the way of the flying gravel. As he did
this the rocking motion became less violent, and then ceased altogether,
as though the cabman had suddenly come to a stop. Then the dust cleared
away, and Davy, to his surprise, found himself sitting in the road
directly in front of the little house that Jack built.

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.

"Really," said the Cow, very solemnly. "The fact is, I've been changed."

"And what did you use to be?" said Davy, who was now fully prepared for
something