We stopped running and began to trot rapidly about in circles, dodging the dog, and this finally brought us back toward the house.
"My stirrups are too short!" I shouted to the groom.
"Ride oveh heah, suh," he called back.
I tried to do it, but Dr.Bell continued to move in circles.

At last, however, the man managed to catch us by advancing with his hand extended, as though offering a lump of sugar, at the same time talking gently to my steed.

Then, while my companion held the bit the negro adjusted the stirrup leathers.

I was glad of the breathing spell.

I wished that it took longer to adjust stirrups.
"You'd better go out by the drive this time," said the Efficient Sister.
"I intended to before," I told her, "but he didn't seem to understand the signals." "You've got spurs on.