you out of the stable. You make me ashamed of being a horse.
You dare to say my master ain't your master! That's your gratitude
for the way he feeds you and spares you! Pray where would your
carcass be if it weren't for him?"

"He doesn't do it for my sake. If I were his own horse, he would
work me as hard as he does you."

"And I'm proud to be so worked. I wouldn't be as fat as you--
not for all you're worth. You're a disgrace to the stable. Look at
the horse next you. He's something like a horse--all skin and bone.
And his master ain't over kind to him either. He put a stinging lash
on his whip last week. But that old horse knows he's got the wife
and children to keep--as well as his drunken master--and he works
like a horse. I daresay he grudges his master the beer he drinks,
but I don't believe he grudges anything else."

"Well, I don't grudge yours what he gets by me," said Ruby.

"Gets!" retorted Diamond. "What he gets isn't worth grudging.
It comes to next to nothing--what with your fat and shine.

"Well, at least you ought to be thankful you're the better for it.
You get a two hours' rest a day out of it."

"I thank my master for that--not you, you lazy fellow! You go
along like a buttock of beef upon castors--you do."

"Ain't you afraid I'll kick, if you go on like that, Diamond?"