She climbed into the wagon, laid the drawing box on the seat, and caught the lines as the Harvester flung them to her.

He went swinging ahead, Belshazzar to heel, the Girl driving after.

The white pigeons circled above, and every day Ajax allowed his curiosity to overcome his temper, and followed a little farther.
"Whoa, Betsy!" The Girl tugged at the lines; but Betsy took the bit between her teeth, and plodded after the Harvester.

She pulled with all her might, but her strength was not nearly sufficient to stop the stubborn animal.
"Whoa, David!" cried the Girl.
"What is it ?" the Harvester turned.
"Won't you please wait until I can take off my hat?
I love to ride bareheaded through the woods, and Betsy won't stop until you do, no matter how hard I pull." "Betsy, you're no lady!" said the Harvester.

"Why don't you stop when you're told ?" "I shan't waste any more strength on her," said the Girl.