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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: then he sang himself, and read out of the little brown book he is so fond of,
then wandered round the meadow, and down by a little brook,
where he picked the flowers and the hawthorn, and tied them up
with long sprays of ivy; then he gave me a good feed of the oats
which he had brought with him; but the time seemed all too short --
I had not been in a field since I left poor Ginger at Earlshall.
We came home gently, and Jerry's first words were, as we came into the yard,
"Well, Polly, I have not lost my Sunday after all, for the birds
were singing hymns in every bush, and I joined in the service;
and as for Jack, he was like a young colt."
When he handed Dolly the flowers she jumped about for joy.
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