There was, however, a proud and nervous cant to his old white head, and he set his jaw stiffly against his bit.
Dorothy came out in her quilted silk pelisse and her blue hood edged with swan's-down, and got into the sleigh.

The black woman was keeping watch at the parson's study door the while, but he never swerved from his hard application of the doctrines.

The sleigh slipped noiselessly out of the yard and up the road, for Madelon had not put on the bells.

The old white went rather stiffly and steadily for the first quarter-mile; then he made a leap forward with a great lift of his lean white flanks, and they flew.
Dorothy gave a terrified gasp.

"Don't be frightened," Madelon said.
"It's the horse that used to beat everything in the county.