“Toll!” yelled Feeny, in a loud voice.
“Toll! Toll!” shouted Aaron, as we reached the gate without stopping.
“Toll! Toll! Toll!” I shrieked, in a jolly mood as we dashed by.
Alas! the keeper of the gate never had the felicity to receive that “toll.” He did not get his due; but we got plenty of snow.
“Get up! Get up!” screamed Aaron, addressing the horses.
The animals “flew.”
The snow-covered road rushed away behind us so fast that I fancied we were leaving the whole earth behind, and plunging away into space.
“Hurrah! Hurrah!” shouted Feeny.
“Hip-Hip-Hoowee!”
We reached the road leading to Gray’s Ferry Bridge, and Mr. Aaron, who had the lines, drove recklessly “round the corner.”