"That ere young man wants to ride the new horse, and it is jist the one he mus'n't ride." "I will speak to Cousin Bill myself," she said.
"He seems a sperrited young feller, and if he wants to break his neck it's most a pity he shouldn't." "I think," she said when Jesse had retired, "that Charles must be saving up that beast to kill himself with.

He will not pull a chaise yet." "Has Charles tried him ?" "In the lane in an open wagon.

He has a whim of having him broken to drive without blinders, bare of harness; he has been away so of late that he has not accomplished it." Bill entered while we were talking, and Alice told him he must not attempt to use the horse, but proposed he should take her pair and drive out with me.

I shook my head in vain; she was bent on mischief.
He was mollified by the proposal, and I was obliged to get ready.

On starting he placed his cap on one side, held his whip upright, telling me that it was not up to the mark in length, and doubled his knuckles over the reins.