"I shall," said Flora.
"And if you ride any farther, I may not let you go home at all. You don't know where you are now."
"I do. Going to take a ride."
"It will be dark by-and-by."
"Not dark now."
"And it is going to rain."
"Make the horse jump."
The old horse started off once more, and this time a little faster. He seemed to know that he was heading towards home. The driver was really troubled about Flora, for he knew the little girl had rode far enough. He was willing to indulge her by carrying her a little way but he wanted her to get down when he said the word. He tried to frighten her by saying he should not stop the horse again.
"Don't want to stop," she answered, taking the musk from her pocket and holding it to his nose. "Smell?"
He started back and made a wry face.