"I shall be a tiltin' myself, and on a revolution too," said Mr. P., "if this confounded horse don't slack up."
"Why, what do you mean?" said Miss D.
"I mean we shall upset," said he.
"He's got his head too much your side," screamed Miss D. "Hadn't you better pull on the left string?"
"No, I hadn't," yelled Mr. P., as the horse commenced to run.
"But I think you had," cried she. "Don't you believe that women are naturally as capable of understanding and determining what laws will be as equitable, and what measures as effective to those ends, as men?"
"No, I don't!" cried Mr. P., sawing away at the horse's mouth, and beginning to make a little impression upon it.
"You should pull that left leather string!" she cried again. "Don't I know? How dare you make sex a ground of exclusion from the possession and exercise of equal rights!" and with this, she made a grab at the left rein.
It is of no use entering into further particulars of this ride. Towards evening, Mr. P. and his companion returned to Saratoga and delivered to the livery-man his equipage--that is, what was left of it.
