"We'll still get to the carriage in time.

Only come for a moment." Cornelli ran to him, and looking into the stable, saw lying on soft fresh hay a tiny, snow-white kid.

It looked like a toy, but was really alive.
"Oh, where did it come from, Matthew?
Oh, how cunning it is! The white fine fur is just like silk! Can it walk alone?
Can it stand, too, if it wants to?
Oh, just see how friendly it is and how it is rubbing its little head against me." "Yes, but come, now; the carriage is driving up," Matthew urged.

"Come quickly, you can see it every day.

Just think! It was only born to-day." The carriage had just driven into the court and Matthew was there the moment the horses stopped.