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a blue cloth. As for his tail, it was such an ad- 

 mirable match for his mane, and so well fastened 

 by the crupper, that no one would have imagined 

 that it was not the original home-grown article. 



Of course his legs were not as straight or his 

 waist as slim as if he had not been through so 

 many hardships, but what of that ? If everything 

 had gone well with him, he would not have come 

 drifting back to the Horse Farm, Miss Jule would 

 not have had the joy of curing him, or Anne of 

 riding him. 



Anne scrambled from the depot wagon almost 

 before it stopped, and threw her arms first around 

 Fox's neck and then hugged Miss Jule, who had 

 been hiding in the shadow of the house, the better 

 to see the meeting. Then Lumberlegs came 

 bounding up bow-bowing with joy. He had 

 grown so much that when he put his paws on 

 Anne's shoulders to lick her nose, he looked quite 

 over her head. 



At this Waddles set up his most vigorous bay- 

 ing, Fox neighed, and for a moment nobody could 

 hear themselves even think. 



As for Lily, she was too happy to make a sound, 

 but throwing herself at her little master's feet she 

 licked his dusty shoes. 



