The lord had two daughters. One, Harriet, was always sick. She never left the house. The other, Anne, loved riding. She liked to ride me, and Iliked carrying her. She was kind and gentle. One day, she wanted to ride one of the new horses. Her name was Lizzie.
"Don't ride Lizzie," Anne's friend said. "You are not strong enough for her. "
Anne didn't listen.
"Don't worry about me," she said. "I can ride any horse. You ride Black Beauty."
She rode away on Lizzie. Her friend followed her on me.
Anne's friend went into a shop. Anne waited outside. She was sitting on Lizzie.
Suddenly, a boy walked toward us. He was leading some horses. They were young and wild. One of them ran into Lizzie. She was afraid. She began to run. Anne could not stop her.
"Help! Help!" she shouted.
Anne's friend ran out of the shop. He jumped on my back.
"Come on, Beauty," he said. "We must stop her."
I ran after Lizzie as fast as I could.
Soon we were getting nearer to Lizzie and Anne. Then Lizzie tried to jump over a gate. She fell. Anne fell, too.
A man was working nearby.
"Get the doctor!" Anne's friend shouted to him. "Take my horse!"
The man jumped onto my back. I ran back to town as fast as I could.
The man told the doctor about the accident (事故). The doctor rode off to help Anne.
He brought her back to the house in a coach. She was alive, but her eyes were closed. She did not speak.
She was sick for many weeks, and then she got better.
You must always ride Beauty," her father told her. "You must never ride another horse. You can always trust(信任)Beauty."
I was very proud.
