"Please, if you see Mark, don't say anything about it, or he will not lend me his pony again .-- Now Dummy, let go the rein." "Come on!" growled the lad, leading the frisky little animal, and Master Rayburn chuckled a little, for the boy bent his head, rounded his shoulders, and paid not the slightest heed to the order he had received.
"Do you hear, Dummy?
Let go." Dummy let go of the rein by passing his arm through, and thrust his hand into his pocket.
"Do you hear me, sir ?" cried the girl imperiously.

"Let go of that rein directly." "Have let go," grumbled the boy.
"Go away from his head, and walk behind." "Run away agen if I do," said Dummy.
"He will not," cried the girl angrily.

"I shall hold him in more tightly." "Haven't got strength enough." "I have, sir.

How dare you! Let go." "Nay: Master Mark would hit me if I did, and Sir Edward'd half-kill me." "What nonsense, sir! Let go directly." Dummy shook his big head, and trudged on by the pony.
"Oh!" cried the girl, with the tears of vexation rising in her eyes.

"I will not be led, as if I were a little child.