I can manage any of them, from Mr.Burt's iron-gray colt down," which was true enough.

Gypsy was used to riding, and perfectly fearless.
"But Joy hasn't ridden much, and I should never forgive myself if any accident happened to her while her father is gone." "Joy can ride Billy.

There isn't a cow in Yorkbury safer." Mrs.Breynton sipped her tea and thought about it.
"I want to go horsebacking, too," put in Winnie, glaring savagely at Gypsy over his bread and milk.

"I'm five years old." "And jerked six whole buttons off your jacket this very day," said Gypsy, eyeing certain gaps of which there were always more or less to be seen in Winnie's attire in spite of his mother's care.

"A boy who jerks buttons like that couldn't go 'horsebacking.' You wouldn't have one left by the time you came home,--look out, you'll have your milk over.