Part 10 (1/2)
”I suppose so, indeed,” said Bunny, laughing merrily at this explanation.
”I don't think that tells us much, John,” said Mervyn; ”anyone might know that.”
”Yes, sir, very likely, sir,” replied the groom; ”but I never asks no questions. If I'm told a place is called by a name, I never asks why or wherefore, but just takes it as the name that it's to be called by.”
”Well, I think you are very foolish then,” said Mervyn; ”I like asking questions, and it's a very good way to learn about things, I can tell you.”
”I daresay it is, sir, for a young gentleman like you, sir. But you see the people about me don't know no more nor I do, so what's the use of asking them what's this an' what's that, an' showin' them I don't know nothin' myself.”
”I never thought of that,” said Mervyn, ”but I don't think it matters about showing that you don't know. Miss Kerr says no one should be ashamed to ask a question about a thing they don't understand.”
”John, John,” cried Bunny suddenly as she pulled very hard at the leading rein in order to attract the groom's attention, ”I want to ask you something. Stoop down that I may whisper it into your ear.”
The man did as she requested; but when he had heard what she wanted him to do he shook his head in a very determined manner, saying, ”I couldn't on no account, Miss. Your pa would be as angry as anything.”
”No, he wouldn't, John. I told him I could manage Frisk myself, and he only laughed. Do let me--just for a few minutes. I'll go along quite quietly, you'll see I will. I want to show Mervyn that I can ride better than he does, and that I am not afraid to go without a leading rein.”
”Well, it's very quiet here, so I suppose it could not be much harm,” said the man, yielding a little at her pleading voice; ”I really don't think it could be any harm;” and he turned in his saddle and looked carefully up and down the drive.
”Harm!” exclaimed Bunny, ”of course it could do no harm. Oh! pray take off the rein, John,” and she looked up into his face in a most imploring manner.
”Well, you are a funny little lady, to be sure,” he answered with a good-natured laugh, and, bending forward, he unfastened the leading rein and put it into his pocket.
”Thank you, John,” said the child, sitting up proudly on her pony.
”It feels ever so much nicer without it; it's so silly to be always led along by a rein like a baby. Mervyn, I am riding all by myself.
Wouldn't you like to ride without a leading rein?” she shouted across at her cousin, who was trotting along quietly at the other side of the groom; ”it's twice as nice to feel that you can go just as you like.”
”I feel just as nice as I am, Bunny, thank you,” said Mervyn; ”I would rather have the rein, thank you.”
”I can't hear what you say, so I think I'll go round beside you, Mervyn,” she cried gaily; and, raising her whip, she brought it down heavily upon poor Frisk's back, and tried to make him go round beside Brownie. But Frisk was not accustomed to such treatment, and tossed his head and whisked up his tail, but absolutely refused to go to the other side of John's horse, no matter what she did to him.
”You naughty pony,” she cried, ”you must do what I tell you,” and she tugged violently at his mouth, and gave him another sharp blow with her whip. This was more than the pony could bear; and before his little mistress knew where she was, he p.r.i.c.ked up his ears, and with an angry toss of his head galloped away down the road as fast as he could.
”Stop, Miss Bunny, for goodness sake stop,” shouted the groom; ”you must not go so fast; come back here at once.”
[Ill.u.s.tration: FRANCIS SAVES BUNNY.]
”I can't stop--I can't!” shrieked the little girl in a voice of terror. ”Oh! he's running away--he's running away;” and, completely overcome with fright, poor Bunny dropped her reins, and, catching hold of the pony's mane, held on to him with all her strength.
”What a fool I was to let her go!” cried the groom; ”what on earth will my master say to me? Goodness, the silly child has let go her reins; she'll be off--she'll be off;” and, spurring up his horse, he rode after the runaway, hoping to overtake him and put a stop to his mad race.
But the noise of the horses as they clattered down the road after him seemed only to excite Master Frisk, and on he went faster than ever.
As the pony reached the end of the drive, and poor little Bunny had become so weak and faint from terror that she was in great danger of being thrown to the ground, a young lad of about sixteen jumped up from the gra.s.s where he had been seated, and, das.h.i.+ng forward, seized Frisk by the head and brought him to a sudden stand-still.
”Poor little girl,” said the boy kindly, as he lifted Bunny from her saddle and laid her gently on the gra.s.s. ”What a fright you have had! How did this beggar come to run away? He looks quiet enough.”
”I whipped him,” answered Bunny in a shaky voice; ”and oh! I thought I was going to fall,” and she put her hand to her head as if she still felt giddy.
”You were certainly very nearly off,” said the boy; ”but what a fool that groom of yours was to let a kid like you ride without a leading rein; he shouldn't have done such a thing.”