Smart question, that is! Where's that Bailey Bangs gone to with the rest of my carriage ?" The blacksmith pointed to his shop in the hollow.

Before it stood Mr.
Bangs, holding Henry by the bridle, and staring in their direction.
"He's all right," volunteered the "helper." "The horse stopped runnin' soon's he got to the foot of the next hill." Mrs.Beasley was not, apparently, overjoyed at the news.
"Humph!" she grunted.

"I 'most wish he'd broke his neck! Pesky, careless thing! gettin' us run away with and upset.

Who's goin' to pay for fixin' my sulky, I want to know ?" "Mr.Bangs will pay for it, I'm sure," said Phoebe soothingly.

"If he doesn't, I will.