Myhorsesneverwereinharness。”addedthelady。
“Bullfinchwouldkickthecarriagetopieces，ifyouputhiminthetraces。”
“Butheisquiettoride？”askedthecivilian。
“Asquietasalamb，andasfastasahare。”answeredRebecca。
“Doyouthinkheisuptomyweight？”Jossaid。Hewasalreadyonhisback，inimagination，withouteversomuchasathoughtforpoorAmelia。Whatpersonwholovedahorse-speculationcouldresistsuchatemptation？