The mistress grew worse, and the doctors said she must live in a warm country. The family broke up the house and sold the horses. John cried when he led me out. Ginger and I went to Earlshall Park, to the Earl of W. The lady of the house wanted the horses' heads held high, so the grooms put on the bearing rein. It pulls your head up and back and holds it there for hours. You cannot lean into the collar, and you cannot breathe when you are pulling hard. Every day the rein was shortened one hole. At last Ginger could bear no more and threw herself down and kicked the carriage to pieces. They sent her away to be a hunter. I never saw her again, though I heard of her once, and the news was not good.