He put him up, and the child laughed gleefully before his tears were dry.
James looked as if he would like to ride, too, but was too manly to speak of it.
"Hold tight, Willie!" said he.
"I will!" cried the urchin, hugging Georgie with all his might.
"O! you hurt!" roared Georgie. "There's a pop-gun in my jacket pocket, and you squeeze it right into my side."
Chester reached up, and removed the pop-gun, much to Georgie's relief.
"Now lead on to the barn, Sam," said he,—"slowly. Don't let the young ones get hurt, when you take them off."
"Let me drive," cried Lizzie.
Sam looked up for Chester's approval, and abandoned the reins to the young lady. The horse moved on towards the barn, good-naturedly, as if he was used to such nonsense.
Chester could not help laughing to see Willie hug Georgie with all his might; his brown cheeks pressed close against his brother's jacket, and his little bare feet sticking out almost straight on each side, his legs being very short, and the animal's back very broad.