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Sam, a capable black boy, was behind her on a pony not too large to shame her own diminutive equipage; and Loupe, a good-sized Shetland pony, was very able for more than his little mistress was going to ask of him.
Preston led the way on a fine bay of his uncle's; taking good gallops now and then to ease his own and his horse's spirits, and returning to go quietly for a space by the side of the pony-chaise. Loupe never went into anything more exciting than his waddling trot; though Daisy made him keep that up briskly.
"He couldn't have said it! for he said I might have the chaise this afternoon and that Loupe wanted exercise. So! I am going to give him some. He wouldn't get it with you." "Ransom," said Daisy trembling, "I have got business at Crum Elbow, and I must go, and you must not." "Fiddlesticks!" said Ransom, snapping his fingers at her. "Business! I guess you have. Girls have a great deal of business!
She has some beautiful shells that I should like to see." "How do you know?" "I saw them, papa, through the doorway of her house, I waited there while Sam went with Loupe to the blacksmith's." "And you did not go in?" "No, sir you said I must not, you know." "I believe Juanita is a safe person, Daisy. You may go in, if ever you have another opportunity." "Thank you, papa."
They were not very many, and unconsciously the eager spirit in Daisy's fingers made itself known to Loupe's understanding, through the medium of the reins. He travelled better than usual, so that they were not more than half way from Melbourne when the doctor's gig overtook them. And then Loupe went better yet. "Remember, Daisy, and keep quiet " said the doctor, as he took her out of the chaise.
Then everything was right; the pony chaise before the door, Sam in waiting, and Daisy just pulling her gloves on, when Ransom rushed up. He was flushed and hurried. "Who's going out with Loupe?" "I am, Ransom." "You can't go, Daisy I'm going myself." "You cannot, Ransom. I am going on business. Papa said I was to go."
In the winter of 1870 and 1871 I first met George Watts Garland, an English gentleman, and a great hunter, whom I had the pleasure of guiding on several hunts and with whom I spent some weeks. During the winter I also took several parties out on the Loupe River country, hunting and trapping.
Daisy, let Lewis get Loupe home, and you come here and ride with me. Come! I want you." Truly Daisy wanted nothing else. She left rose bush and watering pot, chaise and pony, to Lewis's management, and gladly let the doctor take her up beside him. She liked to drive with him; he had a fine horse and went fast; and there were other reasons.
Upstairs went Daisy; took off her boots and got rid of the soil they had brought home; that was the first thing. Then, in spotless order again, she went back to Lewis and inquired where Logan was at work. Thither she drove the pony chaise. "Logan," said Daisy, coming up to him she had left Loupe in Lewis's care "what do you use to help you get up weeds?"
The sun was sending long slant bright beams against the cottage-windows and over the pony chaise, and the groom had got the pony's head turned for home, evidently under the impression that Daisy was staying a long time. A little fearful of consequences if she got home after sundown, Daisy gathered up her reins and signified to Loupe that he was expected to move with some spirit.
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