There was a slight difference of opinion between Mary and Tim when the former, taking the baker's advice, turned down a narrow road to the right.
Tim wished to follow the van, and for a few anxious moments, Mary was afraid that he would be victorious.
'This is a very exciting drive,' said Harry in an awe-struck voice, as the donkey turned the corner so sharply that for an instant they all expected to find themselves lying in the ditch.
'Very!' answered his aunt.
She had her eyes on the donkey, and her hand on the door of the cart, which was open, and ready to be used as an 'emergency exit.'
'Oh!' she gasped nervously, as Tim showed a strong desire to climb the steep bank by the side of the road, 'I don't think I agree with you, Mary, that this donkey is a "perfect dear!"'
'He is a deceitful little brute,' said Mary angrily, 'and he will never be safe for the children.'
No sooner did Tim turn in at the Lodge gates than he became the same sweet, docile little creature that had trotted out, and as Mrs. Raeburn watched him come down the avenue she gave a sigh of relief.
'We were in luck to get such a treasure,' she thought, 'and I feel certain that no one could guess he had come straight from a greengrocer's cart; he looks such a little gentleman.'
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