Sometimes a flowering bush of some sort broke the general green with a huge spot of white or red flowers; gradually those became fewer, and were lost sight of; but the beautiful grass and the trees seemed to be unending.

Then a gray rock here and there began to shew itself.

Pony got through his gallop, and subsided again to a waddling trot.
"This whip's the real thing," said the young driver, displaying and surveying it as he spoke; "that is a whip now, fit for a man to use." "A man wouldn't use it as you do," said Daisy.

"It is cruel." "That's what _you_ think.

I guess you'd see papa use a whip once in a while." "Besides, you came along too fast to see anything." "Well, I told you I was going to the church, and we hadn't time to go slowly.