His feet were in the stirrups, he had the reins tight, he almost stood as he arose, his face was crimson, his head bare, his white hair flying, the grandest sight you ever saw.

At the top of my voice I screamed after them, "Ep! Ep! Over lad!" and then remembered and looked to see if I had to chase back the foxes, but they didn't mind only me, after what they had been through.

Then I sat down suddenly again.
Well! What would father think of that! Leon kill a horse of ours indeed! There he was on one of Mr.Pryor's, worth as much as six of father's no doubt, flying over fences, and the creek was coming, and the bank was steep behind the barn.

I was up again straining to see.
"Ep! Ep! Over!" rang the cry.
There they went! Laddie and the Princess too.

I'll never spend another cent on paper dolls, candy, raisins, or oranges.