"Then you ain't going to stop there?"
An expression of repugnance swept over the young man's face, as
he hastily answered in the negative.
By this time they had come to a turn in the road. This brought
them in view of Chloe's cottage. Little Pomp was on all fours,
hunting for nuts among the fallen leaves under the shagbark-tree.
Under the influence of some freakish impulse, Pomp suddenly
jumped to his feet and, whirling his arms aloft, uttered a wild
whoop. Startled by the unexpected apparition, the horses gave a
sudden start, and nearly succeeded in overturning the wagon.
"Massy on us!" exclaimed an old lady on the back seat, suddenly
flinging her arms round young Morton's neck, in the height of her
consternation.
"All right, marm," said Ajax reassuringly, after a brief but
successful conflict with the horses. "We sha'n't go over this
time. I should like to give that little black imp a good
shaking."
"Oh, I've lost my ban'box, with my best bunnit," hastily
exclaimed the old lady.
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