BEPPO. 



Beppo was a donkey, or a hurro, as the Mexicans called him. 

 He lived in Colorado. He was little, and furry, and mouse-colored, 

 and had great, sad eyes, with long, dark lashes. When I first knew 

 him he had no home, but wandered idly about the village. He was 

 beaten and ridden by the school-boys, and lived on whatever he 

 could find. 



One day, when it was very cold, he came and stood by the fence, 

 looking wistfully in. His big, sad eyes were sadder than ever, and 

 his long ears hung meekly down beside his head. 



" Are you hungry, old fellow? " I asked, as I opened the gate. 

 He gave me a look of assent, and I soon had the pleasure of seeing 

 him eat a hearty meal. 



