Nice clothes I get, too, traipsing through weather like this! My gown and bonnet will be spoiled. Needn’t I wear ’em, then? Indeed, Mr. Caudle, I shall wear ’em. No, sir! I’m not going out a dowdy to please you or anybody else. Gracious knows! it isn’t often that I step over the threshold.
Before a quarter pole was pass’d,
Old Hiram said, “He’s going fast.”
Long ere the quarter was a half,
The chuckling crowd had ceased to laugh;
Tighter his frightened jockey clung
As in a mighty stride he swung,
The gravel flying in his track,
His neck stretched out, his ears laid back,
His tail extended all the while