"Weren't you nearly frightened to death?" Lulie put the question.
"Very nearly, and so was my father. He was as pale as a ghost when he got home. He had to walk all the way, and said he thought he should never get there. The country wasn't as thickly settled as it is now, and there were no houses between us and the spot where the horses took fright."
"Where is the place you lived?" asked Allen.
"I should like to see it," said the boy musingly. "I suppose those horses are dead. I'd like to see horses that could run like that."
"They would be somewhere in the neighborhood of sixty-five or seventy years old by this time," said grandma with a smile, "and the oldest horse I ever knew was forty."
"Gee! but that was old," remarked Frank. "Whose was it, grandma? Yours?"
"No, my grandfather's. Her name was Dolly, and she took my grandparents to church every Sunday for many years, up to a little while before she died. Now, Emmeline, let's hear about the ball."
"It was just a ball," began Aunt Emmeline.
"The County Ball," put in grandma. "They always have one every year at Fair time. Emmeline was sixteen and I was eighteen. Now go on, Emmeline."