APPLE-JACK'S NEW HAT. 



Harry's father had an old white horse. His name was Jack. 

 But he hked apples so well that they called him Apple- Jack. He 



would eat them out of 

 Harry's little, fat hand, 

 and nod his head, as if 

 he was saying " Thank 

 you, thank you! Give 

 me another." 



Bridget said she often 

 wished the horse was 

 dead. She could never 

 keep an apple in the 

 kitchen to make a pie, 

 or a pudding, or any- 

 thing. She thought she 

 should be obliged to 

 lock them up in a strong 

 box. 



The little boy was 

 very much vexed, and 

 began looking about to 

 see what else he could 

 find to givCi the old white 

 horse. Everything had 

 been put away. He was just going out ready to cry, when he saw 

 Bridget's new knitted dishcloth that mamma had made for her. 



" Oh," he cried, "here's Apple- Jack's net." And he took it, and 

 went off with it to the stable. The horse knew Harry, and seemed 

 to love him. When the little fellow climbed up to his shaggy white 

 head, and fitted Bridget's dishcloth carefully about his ears, he 

 v/as quite proud, and turned round to see if the other horses noticed 

 what a nice hat he had on. The next morning there was a great 

 inquiry to know what had become of the new dishcloth. Har^y 



