Ralph had come to attend to some business in the town, and had preferred to walk rather than drive the brown mare.
"Did you ever catch that delightfully obstinate creature ?" cried Dora.
"And did you give your sister a drive in the gig ?" "Oh, yes," said Ralph, "I easily caught her again, and I curried and polished her up myself, and trimmed her mane and tail and fetlocks, and since she has been having good meals of oats, you can hardly imagine what a sleek-looking beast she has become.

We drove her into Thorbury when Miriam returned your call.

I am sorry you were not at home, so that you might have seen what a change had come over Mrs.Browning." Dora looked inquiringly.
"That is the name that Miriam has given to the mare." Dora laughed.
"If Mrs.Browning is one of your sister's favorite poets," she said, "that will be a bond between us, for I like her poems better than I do her husband's, at least I understand them better.

I wonder if your sister will ever ask me to take a drive with her in the gig?
I could show her so many pretty places." "Indeed she will," said Ralph; "but you mustn't think we are going to confine ourselves to that sedate conveyance and the old mare.

The colts are old enough to be broken, and when they are ready to drive we shall have a spanking team." "That will be splendid," exclaimed Dora.