It was some inches shorter than it had been then; but never mind, it was all right.
"I don't believe anybody gets up till seven these winter mornings," she reflected, and certainly the house was quite still as she slipped out, and, knowing where to find the stable-keys, she was soon in the stable.

She put her own little saddle on the pony and led him from the yard, leaving the keys in the doors, because it was morning, and there was no more use in locking up the places.
Away went Terry trotting down the avenue, full of the enthusiasm of her good intentions.

She was soon out on the high-road.

There was a crisp, white frost on the grass, but the middle of the road was not at all slippy.
The pony went at a good pace, and soon carried her a couple of miles away from home.

All this time Terry thought of nothing but the enjoyment of her ride, and of that basket of eggs she was going to carry home to Gran'ma.
Presently the moon set, and there was scarcely a glimmer of daylight, but a great deal of frosty fog.