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and the baritones, flinging themselves around with the looseness of Christy's Minstrels, in a "break down," would reply: "Don't tell me! Don't tell me!" Then the tenors would resume: "Says I, Ole man, your horse'll die." Then the baritones, with an air of exaggerated interest; "A-ha-a-a, Billy Patterson!" Tenors: "For. It he dies, I'll tan his skin; An' if he lives I'll ride him agin,"
"I'm so glad you've come," said the Sheriff. "Things is beginnin' to look very ugly outside. They've got the whole country stirred up, and men are coming in on every road. You take command, Sergeant Klegg. I've bin waitin' for you, so's I could drive over to the station and send a dispatch to the Governor. The station's about a mile from here, but I'll be back as soon as my horse'll bring me.
Well, I'm afraid that horse'll start, so I'll get in, an' you can all come out when you get ready." Pretty soon Polly emerged from the bedroom with a sad look on her rosy face, and her brown eyes drooped as she led Phronsie along as fresh and sweet as a rose, all ready. "Tisn't nice a bit to go without Joel, Mamsie," said Polly, disconsolately.
There's one bit of water, Pugsby Brook, that you ought to have as he'll be sure to cross it ever so much above the bridge. But, lord love you, Mrs. Houghton, that horse'll think nothing of the brook." "Nothing at all, Mr. Price. I like brooks." "I'm afraid he's not here, Price," said Sir Simon, trotting round the cover towards the whip, who was stationed at the further end.
"Not a bit of danger," answered Frank, "as long as you're on horseback. A horse'll always steer clear of 'em." When they reached the hunting-ground, and had lighted the pine-knots in their fire-pans, Frank said, "There's no use our keeping together; we'll never get anything if we do.
Fanny was wishing she had bought a plain hat without roses. Ellen tossed her dark head: "I don't know," she said. "You aren't going to stay long; are you, mother?" "For pity sake, Ellen!" expostulated Mrs. Dodge briskly. "Of course you'll get out, and you, too, Fanny. The horse'll stand." "Please do!" entreated Lydia. Thus urged, the girls reluctantly descended.
I saw him once, and his face looked as if he'd been rubbing it on a pen-wiper! There, Susy, don't you cry," she added, applying a moral lesson to her sister's wounded feelings, like a healing plaster; "he's dreadful wicked, and one of these days he'll get hurt his own self; a horse'll strike him!" "Yes, a horse'll strike him!" echoed Dotty Dimple. "But what good will that do Wings?" moaned Susy.
You think your leg's broken? Well you've got another, haven't you? Get up and break that. Keep your neck till you get a stripped saddle and no reins.... Don't embrace the horse like that, you pawn-shop, I can hear it blushing.... Send for the key and get inside it.... Keep those fine feet forward. "What? The horse refuse? One of my horses refuse? If the man'll jump, the horse'll jump.
She said no more. Rudolf walked across to Sapt. "Take me to the stables. Is the horse good? I daren't take the train. Ah, here's the lieutenant and the hat." "The horse'll get you there to-night," said Sapt. "Come along. Bernenstein, stay with the queen." At the threshold Rudolf paused, and, turning his head, glanced once at Queen Flavia, who stood still as a statue, watching him go.
"I wouldn't speak to him if I met him in hell carrying a lump of ice in his hand." "That little horse'll throw you so high the blackbirds will build nests in your hair before you come down." These are ingenious and amusing, but need the blazing settings from which I have ravished them to give them their due force.
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