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TAMING THE COLT.
"What in the world is that boy doing ?" said Mrs.Jo to herself, as she watched Dan running round the half-mile triangle as if for a wager.
He was all alone, and seemed possessed by some strange desire to run himself into a fever, or break his neck; for, after several rounds, he tried leaping walls, and turning somersaults up the avenue, and finally dropped down on the grass before the door as if exhausted.
"Are you training for a race, Dan ?" asked Mrs.Jo, from the window where she sat.
He looked up quickly, and stopped panting to answer, with a laugh, "No; I'm only working off my steam." "Can't you find a cooler way of doing it?
You will be ill if you tear about so in such warm weather," said Mrs.Jo, laughing also, as she threw him out a great palm-leaf fan.
"Can't help it.

I must run somewhere," answered Dan, with such an odd expression in his restless eyes, that Mrs.Jo was troubled, and asked, quickly, "Is Plumfield getting too narrow for you ?" "I wouldn't mind if it was a little bigger.

I like it though; only the fact is the devil gets into me sometimes, and then I do want to bolt." The words seemed to come against his will, for he looked sorry the minute they were spoken, and seemed to think he deserved a reproof for his ingratitude.

But Mrs.Jo understood the feeling, and though sorry to see it, she could not blame the boy for confessing it.