When the first slow circle was made Trixie had laughed merrily and cried, “Oh, this is a real joy-ride!”
When it went somewhat faster, she remained silent, and as she spun around on the horse, passing Mrs. Remington at rapid intervals, her face looked grey and her eyes seemed fixed.
“Oh! we surely are going too fast!” gasped she, finally.
“Oh, no! We’ll go faster than this—just hold on!” cheered Paul.
“Oh, I’m sure I’m slipping off—oh, oh!” wailed Trixie.
“You’re all right—just stick on!” laughed Paul.
“O-oh—Paul—I’m getting so dizzy! I’ll fall!”
“I’ll steady you; here, grab hold of the horse with your knees and hang on to the iron pole in front!” advised Paul.
“There goes my hat—and oh! the old thing has shaken out all my side-combs!” came from Trixie, weakly.