This was all because, no doubt, of having no church
and no Bible. I grew weary. As we were going up the dell
towards the stables, I suddenly remembered my pony; and I
asked to see him.
Darry was much relieved, I fancy, to have me come back to a
child's sphere of action. He had out the fat little grey pony
and talked it over to me with great zeal. It came into my head
to ask for a saddle.
"Dere be a saddle" — Darry said doubtfully — "Massa Preston he
done got a saddle dis very day. Dunno where massa Preston can
be."
I did not heed this. I begged to have the saddle and be
allowed to try the pony. Now Preston had laid a plan that
nobody but himself should have the pleasure of first mounting
me; but I did not know of this plan. Darry hesitated, I saw,
but he had not the power to refuse me. The saddle was brought
out, put on, and carefully arranged.
"Uncle Darry, I want to get on him — may I ?"
"O' course — Miss Daisy do what she mind to. Him bery good,
only some lazy."
So I was mounted.
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