NAN WAS CLINGING FOR DEAR LIFE,
HER ARMS AROUND HAREBELL'S WAIST.
"It's like riding through the jungle!" exclaimed Harebell.
Her eyes and cheeks were bright with colour and excitement; Nan was every bit as eager and delighted as she was.
"Faster! Faster!" she urged, "Or we shall be caught!"
Chris had not been out of the stable for two days. He was fresh, and he knew how to go. They passed the woods, then came out on an open common. Chris loved the fresh green turf underfoot. Then they came to cross roads, but neither of them cared where they were going, and straight ahead the pony carried them.
At last he began to flag.
"It's a regular John Gilpin's ride," gasped Nan. "Don't you think we might stop now?"
"Yes."
Harebell pulled up her steed, and both the children slipped off to the ground.