Apples, Ripe and Rosy, Sir. Mary Catherine Crowley

had better get off. I'll drive."

      There was nothing to be done but for Rob and Leo to scramble down.

      "Geet a-a-p!" cried Jack, giving the pony a sharp lash with the whip.

      Winkle bounded forward, and darted up the road at what may be called literally a rattling speed; for the boards clattered away at every revolution of the wheels, and the driver found some difficulty in keeping his seat. Jack became excited. He sawed at the pony's mouth and drew him up so suddenly as to pull him back on his haunches. Winkie resolutely objected to these proceedings, and forthwith absolutely declined to go a step farther.

      Rob and Leo came running up.

      "Jingo, but he's a beauty!", exclaimed Rob, with admiring sincerity.

      Winkie, in truth, looked very handsome and roguish as he stood there, with his head bent doggedly, his shaggy mane blown about by the wind, and his bright eyes mischievously asking as plainly as they could: "Well, what are you going to do about it?"

      "Huh! Handsome is that handsome does!" grumbled Jack. "But I'll teach him to behave himself."

      He raised the whip once more, but Leo caught his arm, crying,