“I want to tell you a story this evening of the horse called Lady Ethel,” said daddy.
“One time Lady Ethel’s master took a long ride far out into the country away from where people lived.
“He felt quite ill after he had ridden a long way, and all of a sudden he got quite dizzy and fell.
“Lady Ethel pulled him out of the road and off to one side so no one taking the same road would go dashing over him by mistake.
“And then she went back home, all the distance alone, and neighed so that the people came out with her and found her master.
“He was quite ill after that, for he had been feeling poorly when he had started out on his ride, but if it hadn’t been for Lady Ethel he wouldn’t have had the chance to have been taken home and put back to bed and nursed back to health.
“He said he was grateful to all who helped him get well, but the one he was most grateful to of all was the faithful Lady Ethel.
“And every day while he was ill they led her under his window and she neighed happily after he had called out with as much strength as he could:
“‘Hello, my faithful, fine Lady Ethel!’”