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THE DAUGHTER OF THE REGIMENT
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hat fun it was! They drove through the forest as fast and straight as a bolt of lightning, and without a jar, on the upholstered box. They were high above the ground, half way up to the tops of the trees on which the raindrops were still glittering. And how splendidly the brown horse stepped out! He pulled as if he were loaded with powder and needed only a spark to explode! He looked very queer as they saw him from the box, something like a guitar with his two ears for the screws and the reins for strings. "If I drew a horse from this point of view, would any one know it for a horse?" Gerold wondered. Then the children began to beg to be allowed to drive, just for a moment, or at least to be allowed to hold the whip. Seppli looked thoughtful. "It's a dangerous thing to play with reins and whip when you don't know anything about driving. And the brown horse is as fiery as the devil. He must have cost Dolf a pretty penny. He has just had his oats too. But if you promise to be very, very careful
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