"Busy people are never lonely.

Now then, I think I've behaved very well to you and spared your feelings.

I promise that I will not laugh at you." "What about, father ?" "Your first essay at trotting.

It is of no use to keep a horse and ride at a walk.

You can progress as fast as that on your own legs." Nic drew a deep breath, and wished that he was bestriding a donkey on the common near the Friary, with his schoolmates looking on instead of his father.
"I'm ready, father," he said.
"Wait a few minutes.