horses. I was timid and
did not dare speak to them. Very often, I ran home and flung myself in
my mother's arms with a burst of tears, and asked her if nothing could
be done to help the poor animals. With mistaken, motherly kindness, she
tried to put the subject out of my thoughts. I was carefully guarded
from seeing or hearing of any instances of cruelty. But the animals went
on suffering just the same, and when I became a woman, I saw my
cowardice. I agitated the matter among my friends, and told them that
our whole dumb creation was groaning together in pain, and would
continue to groan, unless merciful human beings were willing to help
them. I was able to assist in the formation of several societies for the
prevention of cruelty to animals, and they have done good service. Good
service not only to the horses and cows, but to the nobler animal, man.
I believe that in saying to a cruel man, 'You shall not overwork,
torture, mutilate, nor kill your animal, or neglect to provide it with
proper food and shelter,' we are making him a little nearer the kingdom
of heaven than he was before. For 'Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall
he also reap.' If he sows seeds of unkindness and cruelty to man and
beast, no one knows what the blackness of the harvest will be. His poor
horse, quivering under a blow, is not the worst sufferer. Oh, if people
would only understand that their unkind deeds will recoil upon their own
heads with tenfold force--but, my dear child, I am fancying that I am
addressing a drawing-room meeting--and here we are at your station.
Good-bye; keep your happy face and gentle ways. I hope that we may meet
again some day." She pressed Miss Laura's hand, gave me a farewell pat,
and the next minute we were outside on the platform, and she was smiling
through the window at us.

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CHAPTER XVI

DINGLEY FARM

"My dear niece," and a stout, middle-aged woman, with a red, lively
face, threw both her arms around Miss Laura, "How glad I am to see you,
and this is the dog. Good Joe, I have a bone waiting for you. Here is
Uncle John."

A tall, good-looking man stepped up and put out a big hand, in which my
mistress' little fingers were quite swallowed up. "I am glad to see you,
Laura. Well, Joe, how d'ye do, old boy? I've heard about you."

It made me feel very welcome to have them both notice me, and I was so
glad to be out of the train that I frisked for joy