She would not heed such remarks, but said with great dignity:
"I wish the saddle put on Dollie."
"I'm skeered yo'r maw won't like me to."
"But she told me I might ride."
Still January hesitated.
"I dunno as I kin kotch Dollie."
"You can try. Hurry, January."
For once Dollie was easily caught and saddled. January helped Beth to mount. Nobody but him saw the start. He was so much interested that he walked down as far as the gate and opened it.
Dollie did not seem to wish to go for Beth, but the latter settled the question with a switch cut by January. She headed Dollie in the direction of the Fair grounds.
There was more driving than usual on the shell road, because of the Fair and the races. Many a person turned, stared, and smiled to see that quaint little figure on Dollie going along so primly.