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Oh, Shashai, will you never learn manners?" she cried as her pet stretched his long neck and catching the little bag in his teeth snatched it from her hands, then, with all the delight of a child who has played a clever trick, away he dashed across the paddock. "Shashai! Shashai, how dare you! Halt!" she called after him, but the graceful creature had no idea of halting.
"She done got outen de paddock and nigh 'bout bus' herself wide open on de flank on dat dummed MAS-CHINE what dey trims de hedges wid. She bleeged ter bleed ter death, Joshi say." Peggy turned white. "Excuse me, please I must go as fast as I can. Home, Shashai, four bells and a jingle!" she cried and the colt swept away like a tornado, Tzaritza in the lead.
It had been arranged that Shelby should take Shashai, Star and Tzaritza back to Severndale on the twenty-second, as it was now far too warm to ride in Washington. Moreover, Shelby's engagement with Mrs. Vincent expired May fifteenth and he was anxious to get back to Severndale. Then at the last moment, Mrs.
When he reached the big circle where a group of girls stood upon the platform for mounting, Peggy and Polly, in their trim little divided skirts, looked inquiringly for Shashai and Silver Star. Peggy asked: "Are our horses ready, Dawson?" "Yes, Miss, I believe so, Miss, but your man seemed to think I'd best let you ring, or do well, I don't rightly know what 'ee hexpected you to do, Miss.
The antics of Star and Shashai, unhampered, happy and free as wild things, seemed to excite him past control.
Peggy smiled a little abstractedly and said: "Your Missie is doing some hard thinking, my beauties and doesn't feel songful this morning." Then after a moment she resumed: "O Shashai, what is the matter with everything? Am I all wrong, or is Aunt Katherine different from everybody else?
No shocks, no lashings, no harsh words to make the sight of that headstall throw him into a panic whenever it was produced. Dozens of horses had been so educated by Peggy Stewart. Shashai sucked at his queer mouthpiece as a child would suck a stick of candy, and while he was enjoying its sweetness Peggy brought forth lump number two.
Shashai with his rider skimmed over like a bird, landing upon the soft turf beyond with scarcely a sound. Oh, the beauty of it all! Then on again through a patch of woodland which looked as though a huge gossamer veil had been laid over it. If ever pastelle colors were displayed to perfection Nature here held her exhibition.
Shashai welcomed her with his clear nicker, sweeping up to the gate in his long, rocking stride so like the Empress'. Tzaritza with her foster-son followed in Peggy's wake, Tzaritza sniffing inquiringly at the saddle, Roy pranking thither and yonder, rich just in the joy of being alive.
Three was the dole evidently for when three had been eaten Shashai gravely bowed his head three times in acknowledgment of his treat and then turned to nibble at the budding trees, his benefactor returning to Peggy. "So this is heyday and holiday, dear heart, is it?
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