It
availed nothing, however; Dick was not to be wrought upon by any
such arguments.
"Don't do so, John!" I turned my head as the maiden's sweet voice
reached my ear. She was passing through the gate into the road,
and, in the next moment, had taken hold of the lad and drawn him
away from the animal. No strength was exerted in this; she took
hold of his arm, and he obeyed her wish as readily as if he had
no thought beyond her gratification.
And now that soft hand was laid gently on the pony's neck, and a
single low word spoken. How instantly were the tense muscles
relaxed--how quickly the stubborn air vanished.
"Poor Dick!" said the maiden, as she stroked his neck lightly; or
softly patted it with a childlike hand. "Now, go along, you
provoking fellow!" she added, in a half-chiding, yet affectionate
voice, as she drew up the bridle.
The pony turned toward her, and rubbed his head against her arm
for an instant or two; then, pricking up his ears, he started off
at a light, cheerful trot, and went on his way as freely as if no
silly crotchet had ever entered his stubborn brain.
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