At the words, the old horse arose with a scramble like thunder, shot his

angry head and glaring eye over into Ruby's stall, and said--

“Keep out of my way, you unworthy wretch, or I'll bite you. You a horse!

Why did you do that?”

“Because I wanted to grow fat.”

“You grease-tub! Oh! my teeth and tail! I thought you were a humbug! Why

did you want to get fat? There's no truth to be got out of you but by

cross-questioning. You ain't fit to be a horse.”

“Because once I am fat, my nature is to keep fat for a long time; and I

didn't know when master might come home and want to see me.”

“You conceited, good-for-nothing brute! You're only fit for the

knacker's yard. You wanted to look handsome, did you? Hold your tongue,

or I'll break my halter and be at you--with your handsome fat!”

“Never mind, Diamond. You're a good horse. You can't hurt me.”

“Can't hurt you! Just let me once try.”

“No, you can't.”

“Why then?”

“Because I'm an angel.”

“What's that?”

“Of course you don't know.”

“Indeed I don't.”

“I know you don't. An ignorant, rude old human horse, like you, couldn't

know it. But there's young Diamond listening to all we're saying; and he

knows well enough there are horses in heaven for angels to ride upon,

as well as other animals, lions and eagles and bulls, in more important

situations. The horses the angels ride, must be angel-horses, else the

angels couldn't ride upon them. Well, I'm one of them.”

“You ain't.”

“Did you ever know a horse tell a lie?”

“Never before. But you've confessed to shamming lame.”

“Nothing of the sort. It was necessary I should grow fat, and necessary

that good Joseph, your master, should grow lean. I could have pretended

to be lame, but that no horse, least of all an angel-horse would do. So

I must be lame, and so I sprained my ankle--for the angel-horses have

ankles--they don't talk horse-slang up there--and it hurt me very much,

I assure you, Diamond, though you mayn't be good enough to be able to

believe it.”

Old Diamond made no reply. He had lain down again, and a sleepy snort,

very like a snore, revealed that, if he was not already asleep, he was

past understanding a word that Ruby was saying. When young Diamond found

this, he thought he might venture to take up the dropt shuttlecock of

the conversation.

“I'm good enough to believe it, Ruby,” he said.

But Ruby never turned his head, or took any notice of him. I suppose

he did not understand more of English than just what the coachman and

stableman were in the habit of addressing him with. Finding, however,

that his companion made no reply, he shot his head over the partition

and looking down at him said--

“You just wait till to-morrow, and you'll see whether I'm speaking the

truth or not.--I declare the old horse is fast asleep!--Diamond!--No I

won't.”

Ruby turned away, and began pulling at his hayrack in silence.

Diamond gave a shiver, and looking round saw that the door of the stable

was open. He began to feel as if he had been dreaming, and after a

glance about the stable to see if North Wind was anywhere visible, he

thought he had better go back to bed.

THE next morning, Diamond's mother said to his father, “I'm not quite

comfortable about that child again.”

“Which child, Martha?” asked Joseph. “You've got a choice now.”

“Well, Diamond I mean. I'm afraid he's getting into his queer ways

again. He's been at his old trick of walking in his sleep. I saw him run

up the stair in the middle of the night.”

“Didn't you go after him, wife?”

“Of course I did--and found him fast asleep in his bed. It's because

he's had so little meat for the last six weeks, I'm afraid.”

“It may be that. I'm very sorry. But if it don't please God to send us

enough, what am I to do, wife?”

“You can't help it, I know, my dear good man,” returned Martha. “And

after all I don't know. I don't see why he shouldn't get on as well as

the rest of us. There I'm nursing baby all this time, and I get along

pretty well. I'm sure, to hear the little man singing, you wouldn't

think there was much amiss with him.”

For at that moment Diamond was singing like a lark in the clouds. He had

the new baby in his arms, while his mother was dressing herself. Joseph

was sitting at his breakfast--a little weak tea, dry bread, and very

dubious butter--which Nanny had set for him, and which he was enjoying

because he was hungry. He had groomed both horses, and had got old

Diamond harnessed ready to put to.

“Think of a fat angel, Dulcimer!” said Diamond.

The baby had not been christened yet, but Diamond, in reading his Bible,

had come upon the word dulcimer, and thought it so pretty that ever

after he called his sister Dulcimer!

“Think of a red, fat angel, Dulcimer!” he repeated; “for Ruby's an angel

of a horse, Dulcimer. He sprained his ankle and got fat on purpose.”

“What purpose, Diamond?” asked his father.

“Ah! that I can't tell. I suppose to look handsome when his master

comes,” answered Diamond.--“What do you think, Dulcimer? It must be for

some good, for Ruby's an angel.”

“I wish I were rid of him, anyhow,” said his father; “for he weighs

heavy on my mind.”

“No wonder, father: he's so fat,” said Diamond. “But you needn't be

afraid, for everybody says he's in better condition than when you had

him.”

“Yes, but he may be as thin as a tin horse before his owner comes. It

was too bad to leave him on my hands this way.”

“Perhaps he couldn't help it,” suggested Diamond. “I daresay he has some

good reason for it.”

“So I should have said,” returned his father, “if he had not driven such

a hard bargain with me at first.”

“But we don't know what may come of it yet, husband,” said his wife.

“Mr. Raymond may give a little to boot, seeing you've had more of the

bargain than you wanted or reckoned upon.”

“I'm afraid not: he's a hard man,” said Joseph, as he rose and went to

get his cab out.

Diamond resumed his singing. For some time he carolled snatches of

everything or anything; but at last it settled down into something like

what follows. I cannot tell where or how he got it.

            Where did you come from, baby dear?

            Out of the everywhere into here.

            Where did you get your eyes so blue?

            Out of the sky as I came through.

            What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?

            Some of the starry spikes left in.

            Where did you get that little tear?

            I found it waiting when I got here.

            What makes your forehead so smooth and high?

            A soft hand stroked it as I went by.

            What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?

            I saw something better than any one knows.

            Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?

            Three angels gave me at once a kiss.

            Where did you get this pearly ear?

            God spoke, and it came out to hear.

            Where did you get those arms and hands?

            Love made itself into hooks and bands.

            Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?

            From the same box as the cherubs' wings.