She made a run, but was checked by degrees with the snaffle.

She had a beautiful mouth, and it was in good hands at last.
When they had ridden a few miles they came to a very open country, and Julia asked, demurely, if she might be allowed to try her off the road.
"All right," said Walter; and Miss Julia, with a smart decision that contrasted greatly with the meekness of her proposal, put her straight at the bank, and cleared it like a bird.

They had a famous gallop, but this judicious rider neither urged the mare nor greatly checked her.

She moderated her.

Black Bess came home that day sweating properly, but with a marked diminution of lather and foam.