OLD MOLLY HARE.
THE FIRST RIDE.
Nurse and George were standing by the garden gate one fine summer afternoon. George had been playing in the hay field, making nests in the sweet hay for himself and nurse.
And they had tossed the hay about, and thrown it at each other, and had had a good game of play.
And now nurse and George were both tired, and they were going into the house to have some tea.
Just then, Tom, the carter, passed by, leading one of the horses, and he said—
“Will you have a ride, Master Georgey?”
“I think not,” said nurse. “He has never been on a horse.”