"I don't," he repeated solemnly. "They know how to behave. Sunday children don't run away, they don't, and good girls mind their mother."
"I do."
"A tough one to mind you are."
"Do, too, Mr. Podge. Want to go home now."
"You can't stop the horse."
"I can. Whoa!"
But he did not stop, for his master slyly urged him on. She was in earnest now: she really wanted to go home, and she called "Whoa!" again, but the old horse still jogged on.
"I told you so," said the driver.
"Oh, Mr. Horse!" she cried in alarm. "Won't you please to stop. I want to get out. Just one minute, dear Mr. Horse, if you please."
This appeal seemed to touch his feelings, and, to her great delight, he stopped.