"A dozen, and a whole boxful if you ride him round the field."
"Then I'll show you a little prairie practice this afternoon. I haven't lived in the Colonies for nothing!"
"Don't, Gipsy, don't! It's too dangerous!" besought Hetty and Lennie.
"She won't really—it's all brag!" sneered Gladys.
"Is it indeed, Miss Gladys Merriman? Just wait till this afternoon, and I'll undeceive you."
"I'll wait to buy the box of chocolates, though," sniggered Gladys.
None of the girls really believed that Gipsy was in earnest, yet they sallied forth to the hockey field that afternoon with a certain amused anticipation. The news had been spread abroad in the Lower School, so the Juniors had assembled ten minutes in advance of their ordinary time on the chance of witnessing what Hetty called "the circus-riding". The hockey ground was divided from the meadow by a strong wooden paling, on the farther side of which the colt, a shaggy, ungroomed, raw-boned specimen of horse-flesh, was feeding.
"It is as frisky as—well, as a colt!" said Mary Parsons. "You'd better not try to catch that creature, Gipsy."
"It'll pretty soon kick her off if she does!" said Alice O'Connor. "Well, Gipsy? Going to turn tail at the last minute? You'd best give in!"
"Rather not!" returned Gipsy. "When I'm dared to do a thing, I do it—or have a good try, at any rate. If I'm not galloping round the field in ten
