"I should like to have a ride, Mr. Markham, if Mamma will let me," said the child.
"What on, my boy?"
"I think there's a horse in that field," replied he, pointing to where the strong black mare was pulling the roller.
"No, no, Arthur; it's too far," objected his mother.
But I promised to bring him safe back, after a turn or two up and down the meadow; and when she looked at his eager face, she smiled and let him go. It was the first time she had even allowed me to take him so much as half a field's length from her side.
Enthroned upon his monstrous steed, and solemnly proceeding up and down the wide, steep field, he looked the very incarnation of quiet, gleeful satisfaction and delight. The rolling, however, was soon completed; but when I dismounted the gallant horseman, and restored him to his mother, she seemed rather displeased at my keeping him so long. She
