OUR JENNY. 



OuE Jenny "svas a small brown donkey, which we nsecl to tor- 

 ment with kindness. She had long, brown, shaggy hair, and we 

 often combed it with a curry-comb; but Jenny was always dusty. 



We had a little buggy, painted green, just light enough for her to 

 draw, and three or four of us would get into it at once. Then poor 

 Jenny had a hard time, for she had to draw us up and down the 

 road until we were tired. 



They call donkeys patient; but they are obstinate, too. Jenny 

 would take it into her head to stand still, and then nothing would 

 make her go. We might push, and whip^ and call tp her. I^othing 



