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He may misbehave; never, sir, lose your temper with him. Be wary of use of whip or spur." There was more of it, until Mrs. Ann said, "Your coffee will be cold. It is one of your uncle's horse-sermons." John laughed. How delightful it all was! "May I ride today with you, uncle?" "Yes, I want to introduce you to Dixy yes " "And may I ride with you?" asked Leila.
He turned, checking Dixy. "Oh, I forgot to say that you must not forget the office clerks, because you know they are all so fond of John." "What a wretch you are, Ann Penhallow! Go in and repent."
We had both clean forgotten the French for milk, and we'd left the dixy at the inn. We tried to make the fellow understand, but he was an ass. We pointed to a picture of a cow hanging on the wall and smacked our lips; and he grinned and rubbed his hands, and said, "Ah, oui. Rosbif! jolly rosbif!" Did you ever hear of such a born idiot?
I was pleased with the look of the men, who have been long drilled in camp. After the meal I went outside and mounted Dixy, who was as rebellious as if he knew he was on the side to which his name did not belong. A soldier was vainly trying to mount my mare. He lost his temper and struck her. I saw a black man interfering, and rode forward seeing there was some trouble. By George! it was Josiah.
"I know where you are going." "Well, and where, please?" He fell into her trap. "First, you will stop at the rectory and read those letters to Mark Rivers; then the belated mail will excuse a pause at the post-office to scold Mrs. Crocker. Tell Pole as you go by that last mutton was atrociously tough. Of course, you won't mention John." "Well, are you done?" he said, as he mounted Dixy.
"I'll see the Squire after I have doctored that whisky sponge." Then John rode home on Dixy. Before the period of which I write, the county and town had unfailingly voted the Democratic ticket. But for half a decade the unrest of the cities reflected in the journals had been disturbing the minds of country communities in the Middle States.
John stood patting the horse's neck. "Wasn't his mother a Virginia mare, James?" said Ann. "Yes." "Oh, then call him Dixy." For a moment the Squire was of a mind to object, but said gaily, "By all means, Ann, call him Dixy if you like, and now breakfast, please." Here they heard Dixy's pedigree at length. "Above all, Jack, remember that Dixy is of gentle birth; make friends with him.
"John," he said, "you will oblige me by riding to the mill and asking Dr. McGregor to come to Westways and see old Josiah. Of course, he will charge it to me." The Squire was a little ashamed of this indirect confession of retreat. John looked up, hesitated a moment, and said, "What horse, sir?" "Dixy, of course." "Another cup, James," said Mrs. Ann tranquilly amused.
He checked himself in time "it is all very sad, but neither you nor I can help it." "That is too true, James. I should not have said what I did. I want to see one of the men at the mills. His children are ill, his wife is in great distress." "I will drive you myself this morning. I will send Dixy away and order the gig." "Thank you; I shall like that, James."
Crocker, but two people are waiting for you and this isn't exactly Government business." "Got to hear the end, Captain." "I suppose so what next?" Dixy wondered why the spur touched him even lightly. "Pole, he told Mrs. Penhallow all about it, and she wasn't as glad to help her meat-man as she was to bother Swallow, so she took over the mortgage.
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