"Many's the light cart I've rode in, but never let go my hold, unless with one hand, to save a bag or a bandbox.

And though it's jolting, I'm sure a light cart's nothing to pony-back for starts and unexpectedness." I tried in vain to make Nurse Bundle like my pony.
"I've seen plenty of ponies!" she said, severely; by which she meant not that she had seen many, but that what she had seen of them had been more than enough.

"My brother-in-law's first cousin had one--a little red-haired beast--as vicious as any wild cat.

It won a many races, but it was the death of him at last, according to the expectations of everybody.

He was brought home on a shutter to his family, and the pony grazing close by in the ditch as if nothing had happened.