“I don’t know,” said Teddy, “but I’m glad I’m goin’ to be near you.”
“We’ll have bully times, but I’d rather be on a farm. I want to drive horses.”
“I never drove a horse,” said Teddy.
“Nor I; but I can.”
“S’pose he runs away.”
“I won’t let him. You ain’t afraid of a horse as well as a bear, are you, Teddy?”
“I ain’t used to ’em, you see.”
“Nor I; but I will be soon.”
Teddy did not reply; but congratulated himself that he should have no horse to take care of. In this, however, he was mistaken, as his new guardian kept a horse also, though he did not have as much use for him as if he had been a farmer.
Teddy, I may here remark, was an exception to his class. Street boys are rarely deficient in courage or enterprise, and most would be delighted at the opportunity to control or drive a horse. But Teddy inherited a timid temperament, and differed widely from such boys as Julius or Corny Donovan.