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Eustace, Jennie A.: Kit: an american boy
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.25499#0260
256 Kit: an American Boy
“She is worse, doctor. You are to come—come at once ! ”
Then they raced back, and the old doctor mounted on his tall,
raw-boned gray, came in no mean second.
When the morning broke it found Judy better. Relief had
come to her at a critical moment, and an awkward crisis was
safely passed.
A week later, almost herself again, she and Kit stood by the
drive, while Joe led out Annie, harnessed to the little phaeton.
“ She is a proud steppin’ beast, Master Kit—and no mistake—
and have more spirit than a two-year-old.”
“ Yes, Joe ; you are right.”
When Judy was comfortably seated, and her cushions properly
placed, Kit sprang in by her side and took the reins.
“ What have you done about that tire, Joe ? ”
“ Mended it, sir.”
“ Well—I am rather off wheeling for the present. The thing
is yours, if you like. I shan’t want it again. Here ! mind your-
self, old girl. What are you up to ? ”
But Annie could not help it. With a snort of triumph she
dashed down the drive and out into the road, and refused to be
reined up until she had gone a mad mile or two.
Later, Kit explained :
“ A wheel is right enough for sport, Judy, but you can’t count
on anything in trouble that doesn’t know howto feel. Annie is
good enough for me.”
“She is worse, doctor. You are to come—come at once ! ”
Then they raced back, and the old doctor mounted on his tall,
raw-boned gray, came in no mean second.
When the morning broke it found Judy better. Relief had
come to her at a critical moment, and an awkward crisis was
safely passed.
A week later, almost herself again, she and Kit stood by the
drive, while Joe led out Annie, harnessed to the little phaeton.
“ She is a proud steppin’ beast, Master Kit—and no mistake—
and have more spirit than a two-year-old.”
“ Yes, Joe ; you are right.”
When Judy was comfortably seated, and her cushions properly
placed, Kit sprang in by her side and took the reins.
“ What have you done about that tire, Joe ? ”
“ Mended it, sir.”
“ Well—I am rather off wheeling for the present. The thing
is yours, if you like. I shan’t want it again. Here ! mind your-
self, old girl. What are you up to ? ”
But Annie could not help it. With a snort of triumph she
dashed down the drive and out into the road, and refused to be
reined up until she had gone a mad mile or two.
Later, Kit explained :
“ A wheel is right enough for sport, Judy, but you can’t count
on anything in trouble that doesn’t know howto feel. Annie is
good enough for me.”