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Title: Donald and Dorothy
Year: 1891 (1890s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
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Publisher: Boston : Roberts Brothers
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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pt her seat. Youngas she was, she was a fearless rider, and at first, as wehave seen, rather enjoyed the prospect of a tussle withLady. But as the speed increased, Dorry found herselfgrowing deaf, dumb and blind in the breathless race.Still, if she could only hold on, all would be well; shecertainly could not consent to be conquered before thoseboys. Lady seemed to go twenty feet in the air at every leap.There was no merry shouting now. The little boys stoodpale and breathless. Ben, trying to hold Don back, waswondering what was to be done, and Charity was wring-ing her hands. Oh, oil! She 11 be thrown 1 cried the girls. Not a bit of it! insisted Donald. Ive seen Doton a horse before. But his looks betrayed his anxiety.See! the mares trying to throw her now! But shecant do it — she cant do it! Dot understands herself,I tell you, — Whoa-o ! — Let me go ! and, breaking fromBen, he tore across the field, through the opening in thehedge, and was on his ponys back in a twinkling. How
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THH W-^ ^-^^PUBLIC LIBRARY A*TCH, LENOX TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING. 69 he did it, he never knew. He had heard Dorry scream,and somehow that scream made him and his pony one.Together, they flew over the held ; with a steady, calmpurpose, they cut across Ladys course, and soon were ather side. Donalds Hold on. Dot! was followed by hisquick plunge toward the mare. It seemed tliat she cer-tainly would ride over him, but he never faltered. Gras))-iug his ponys mane with one hand, he clutched Ladysbridle witli the other. The mare jjlunged, but the boysgrip was as firm as iron. Though almost dragged from hisseat, he held on, and tlie more she struggled, the harderhe tugged, — the pony bearing itself nobly, and quiveringin eager sympathy with Donalds every movemeut. Jackand Ben w^ere now tearing across the field, bent on rescue;but they were not needed. Don w^as master of the situa-tion. The mare, her frolic over, had yielded with superbgrace, almost as if with a bow, and the pony w-as rubbin

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