"White star in the forehead, one white foot on the off side, this little knot just in that place"; then, looking at the middle of my back--"and as I am alive, there is that little patch of white hair that John used to call '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.