'Beauty's threepenny bit.' It must be Black Beauty! Why, Beauty!
Beauty! do you know me? little Joe Green, that almost killed you?" And
he began patting and patting me as if he was quite overjoyed.

I could not say that I remembered him, for now he was a fine grown young
fellow, with black whiskers, and a man's voice, but I was sure he knew
me, and that he was Joe Green, and I was very glad. I put my nose up to
him, and tried to say that we were friends. I never saw a man so
pleased.

"Give you a fair trial! I should think so, indeed! I wonder who the
rascal was that broke your knees, my old Beauty! you must have been
badly served out somewhere; well, well, it won't be my fault if you
haven't good times of it now. I wish John Manly was here to see you."

In the afternoon I was put into a low Park chair and brought to the
door. Miss Ellen was going to try me, and Green went with her. I soon
found that she was a good driver, and she seemed pleased with my paces.
I heard Joe telling her about me, and that he was sure I was Squire
Gordon's old "Black Beauty."

When we returned, the other sisters came out to hear how I had behaved
myself. She told them what she had just heard, and said: "I shall
certainly write to Mrs. Gordon, and tell her that her favorite horse has
come to us. How pleased she will be!"

After this I was driven every day for a week or so, and as I appeared to
be quite safe, Miss Lavinia at last ventured out in the small close
carriage. After this it was quite decided to keep me and call me by my
old name of Black Beauty.