“But perhaps he might bite me.”
“Poh! he never bites,” said Jonas. “There is only one danger to guard against, in unfastening such a horse as that.”
“What danger?” said Rollo.
“Danger that he may step and tread on your foot.”
Rollo looked down at his feet, and began to consider this danger; but just then his father and mother came out, followed by the two girls, and took their seats in the carryall. Jonas then came to the wagon, and, after helping Rollo in, he got in himself, and away the whole party went, very happily.
After riding for some time, Rollo’s mother, upon looking back towards the wagon, saw that Rollo was making signs as if he wanted them to stop. She told Mr. Holiday, and he accordingly stopped his horse, and waited until the wagon came up. Rollo had a plan to propose.
“Father,” said he, “I wish you would let Jonas come into the carryall and drive you and mother, and let Mary and cousin Lucy come and ride with me.”
“But who will drive?” said his father.
“I’ll drive,” replied Rollo.
“O no,” said his mother, “he can’t drive; he will overturn the wagon.”