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"No, mamma drove it away;" and, the grief returning, "Oh! where's mamma?" "She isn't coming while you make that noise, and I fear she must be a wicked woman to drive a poor cat away, she will never have any luck. Now, what's that?" "A 'orse," triumphantly. "Where were you riz! Say horse. That's right; don't forget. A pig, a sow, a goose," and so on, half through the book.
That old 'orse has got to take the washin' round when he gets back to Cuckmere this evenin'." Goosey Gander was harnessed now. Old Mat made slowly toward the buggy. The crowd, which had been popping off its feu-de-joie of jokes, steadied into silence to watch the old man climb to his seat. "Someone to see you, Mr. Woodburn," came a voice in the silence.
That's a goodish orse the Admewall wides; I wonder if he is going to take him ome with him." "Haven't heard can't say. Jones, what's that thing that wont burn, do you know? Confound the thing, I have got it on the tip of my tongue too." "Asphalt," sais Jones. "No! that's not it; that's what wide-awakes are made of." "Perhaps so," sais Gage, "ass'felt is very appropriate for a fool's cap."
"'E could draw whip and draw blood, too," chuckled Monkey Brand. "But it weren't no manner o' good. Took up his whip and stopped his 'orse. Albert, 'e never stir. Sat there and goes cluck-cluck and got home on the post. Rode a pretty race, he did. Miss Boy was ever so please." "And what about Chukkers?" asked Jim. Monkey Brand sniggered. "He was foamin'-mad, bloody-yellin' all over the place.
Wright the room seemed to revolve slowly on its axis, but, regaining his self-possession by a supreme effort, he took out his purse and produced the amount. Mrs. Bradshaw, after a few feminine protestations, went upstairs to put her bonnet on. "And you can go and fetch a hansom-cab, George, while she's a-doing of it," said Mr. Kemp. "Pick out a good 'orse spotted-grey, if you can." Mr.
"He was a good 'orse once; he's broken down and aged; he can't be trained, so six-seven seems just the kind of weight to throw him in at. You couldn't give him less, however old and broken down he may be. He was a good horse when he won the Great Ebor Grand Cup." "Do you think if they brought him to the post as fit and well as he was the day he won the Ebor that he'd win?"
But when he got to the fork between the Huntingdon Road and the Cottenham Road, both roads were clear. He spent some time in hesitation. Then he went along the Huntingdon Road until he came upon a road-mender, and learnt that Benham had passed that way. "Going pretty fast 'e was," said the road-mender, "and whipping 'is 'orse. Else you might 'a thought 'e was a boltin' with 'im."
The riding-school was a terror and a torture. Every second he deemed himself in imminent peril of death. Said the sergeant-major: "Now, Mr. Trevor, you're sitting on a 'orse and not a 'olly-bush." And Doggie would wish the horse and the sergeant-major in hell. Again, what notion could poor Doggie have of command? He had never raised his mild tenor voice to damn anybody in his life.
"He's a stout 'orse, no doubt, is the 'Eaver," said Mr. Pook, "and that's why the betting-men have stuck to him. But he'll be nowhere on Wednesday. They're beginning to see it now, my Lord. I wish they wasn't so sharp-sighted." In the course of the day, however, they met a gentleman who was of a different opinion. He said loudly that he looked on the Heaver as the best three-year-old in England.
"Well, Sir, he came on gallantly, I must say that, and kept his eye fixed steadily on me, when just as I was going to make a cut at his reins, he suddenly seized his eavy-mounted elmet, and threw it slap at my face, and I'll be anged if it didn't stun me, and knock me right off the orse flat on the ground, and then he galloped off as ard as he could go.
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