“Now,” said the pony, “whatever thing you may see before you, don't touch it.”
They went on with themselves. He saw a light before him on the high-road. When he came as far as the light, there was an open box on the road, and a light coming up out of it. He took up the box. There was a lock of hair in it.
“Are you going to take up the box?” said the pony.
“I am. I cannot go past it.”
“It's better for you to leave it,” said the pony.
He took up the box. He put it in his pocket. He was going with himself. A gentleman met him.
“Pretty is your little beast. Where are you going?”
“I am looking for service.”
“I am in want of one like you, among the stable boys.”
He hired the lad. The lad said he must get room for the little beast in the stable. The gentleman said he would get it. They went home then. He had eleven boys. When they were going out into the stable at ten o'clock each of them took a light but he. He took no candle at all with him.
Each of them went to his own stable. When he went into his stable he opened the box. He left it in a hole in the wall. The light was great.
