"FRITZ." 247 



me about keeping a horse in a matchbox, but 

 Fritz and I did not mind. 



Making the manger was certainly rather a 

 difficulty, and again and again made me wish 

 my hands were stronger to handle the tools, 

 but it answered every purpose when finished. 



I find carpentering, though perhaps not a 

 ladylike accomplishment, a great resource when 

 homesick or miserable, and I always fly to it 

 at once, if possible, when I feel a strong fit of 

 "the blues" coming on. 



Fritz is a "talking" borse, and neighs to me 

 whenever he sees me even if fifty times a day 

 and catches sight of me at very long distances ; 

 he also neighs loudly when he sees a plate or 

 dish, as he always likes to finish up any mealie 

 porridge or rice left by the dog, even if mixed 

 with sulphur and treacle. I must confess, how- 

 ever, that he has a temper, making my boys 

 afraid of him ; and lately has been trying to 

 show me that he would rather not take me out, 

 by plunging and rearing and bucking slightly as 

 soon as I mount, and several times lying down 



