Jerry got well, but he could never drive a cab again, and the family went to the country. I was sold to a corn dealer, then to a cab owner who fed his horses badly, then to a man who carted stones. By the spring I was worn out and fell down in the street under a load. They took me to a horse fair, where I stood in a line of thin, broken animals waiting for the knacker. A farmer and his grandson came along the row. The boy put his hand on my neck and said I had a kind face, and he begged until his grandfather paid five pounds for me. They took me home and gave me a meadow and left me alone for six months. My knees grew easier and my coat came back. Then one day the groom looked hard at my white star and called for the mistress. I know this horse, he said. It was Little Joe Green, grown up. I have lived here ever since, and my troubles are all over, and I am home.