There was a strong pull, a little jerk, and the forelock of the mare slipped out of Miss Dora's hand.
"There!" she cried; "that is exactly what I knew would happen.

The wicked creature has galloped out of the gate." The young lady now made a step or two nearer the barn, Ralph still holding her hand, as if to assist her to a better footing.
She did not need the assistance at all, but she looked up gratefully, as Ralph loosened his grasp, and she gently withdrew her hand.
"Thank you ever so much," she said.

"If it had not been for you, I do not know where I should have been pulled to; but it is too bad that the horse got off, after all." "Don't mention it," said Ralph.

"I'll have her again in no time," and then he ran outside to join her.
"Now, sir," said she, and giving him no time to make any proposition, "I should like very much to find your sister, and see her, for at least a few moments before I go.

Do you think she is anywhere in this glorious old barn?
Phoebe told me she was." "Is this a girl or a woman ?" thought Ralph to himself.