We're going out in the buggy this afternoon, will you come ?" "Where are you going ?" asked Miss Laura.
"Just for a short drive back of the river, to collect some money for father.

I'll be home long before tea time." "Yes, I should like to go," said Miss Laura, "I will go to the house and get my other hat." "Come on, Fleetfoot," said Mr.Harry.And he led the way from the pasture, the colt following behind with me.

I waited about the veranda, and in a short time Mr.Harry drove up to the front door.

The buggy was black and shining, and Fleetfoot had on a silver-mounted harness that made him look very fine.

He stood gently switching his long tail to keep the flies away, and with his head turned to see who was going to get into the buggy.