Ethel was so interested in the experiment that she was surprised when she heard a masculine voice say, “Well, I swan!”
She turned, and there below her in the road stood the figure of the Perkins’ hired man.
“Oh, I’m so glad you’ve come,” said Ethel from her perch. “What’s the proper thing to do to this horse?”
“Well, I’d git off his head first off.”
Ethel left her seat, the hired man took hold of the bridle, the horse made one or two tries and then rose to his feet and Ethel said he
She made a croquet wicket of herself.
shook himself so violently that she thought the harness would break.
But it stayed together in all its knotted parts and Minerva, somewhat shamefaced at having been caught trying to swallow like a horse, climbed up into the wagon and my wife drove on down town, where she arrived just as Jack and Billy were about concluding a dicker with a hackman.
When they saw th’ ould scut they concluded the dicker—Ethel having introduced herself, and then they insisted that she ride up with them, while Minerva followed after with the grips.