"Steady there, Cleve and Pacer," he said; "now back, back up." By this time, Mrs.Wood, Miss Laura and I were in the wagon.

Then Mr.
Wood jumped in, took up the reins, and off we went.

How the two black horses did spin along! I sat on the seat beside Mr.Wood, and sniffed in the delicious air, and the lovely smell of flowers and grass.

How glad I was to be in the country! What long races I should have in the green fields.

I wished that I had another dog to run with me, and wondered very much whether Mr.Wood kept one.