the other side of the pea field."

The boy jumped on the back of the bay mare and rode home at full gallop.

"Have you got her with you?" asked the squire.

"She is down at the door," said the lad.

"Take her up to the room my mother had," said the squire.

"But, master, how can I?" said the lad.

"Do as I tell you," said the squire. "And if you can't manage her alone,
get the men to help you," for he thought the lassie might be stubborn.

When the lad saw his master's face he knew it would be no use to argue.
So he went and got all the farm hands together to help him. Some pulled
at the head and the forelegs of the mare and others pushed from behind,
and at last they got her upstairs and into the room. There lay all the
wedding finery ready.

"Well, that's done, master!" said the lad, while he wiped his wet brow,
"but it was the worst job I have ever had here on the farm."

"Never mind, never mind, you shall not have done it for nothing," said
his master, and he pulled a bright silver coin out of his pocket and
gave it to the lad. "Now send the women up to dress her."

"But, I say--master!--"