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run away, upon which Kit darted out to the rescue, and the others
followed.
It seemed that Mr Chuckster had been standing with his hands in his
pockets looking carelessly at the pony, and occasionally insulting him
with such admonitions as 'Stand still,' - 'Be quiet,' - 'Wo-a-a,' and the
like, which by a pony of spirit cannot be borne. Consequently, the
pony being deterred by no considerations of duty or obedience, and
not having before him the slightest fear of the human eye, had at
length started off, and was at that moment rattling down the street -
Mr Chuckster, with his hat off and a pen behind his ear, hanging on
in the rear of the chaise and making futile attempts to draw it the
other way, to the unspeakable admiration of all beholders. Even in
running away, however, Whisker was perverse, for he had not gone
very far when he suddenly stopped, and before assistance could be
rendered, commenced backing at nearly as quick a pace as he had
gone forward. By these means Mr Chuckster was pushed and hustled
to the office again, in a most inglorious manner, and arrived in a state
of great exhaustion and discomfiture.
The old lady then stepped into her seat, and Mr Abel (whom they had
come to fetch) into his. The old gentleman, after reasoning with the
pony on the extreme impropriety of his conduct, and making the best
amends in his power to Mr Chuckster, took his place also, and they
drove away, waving a farewell to the Notary and his clerk, and more
than once turning to nod kindly to Kit as he watched them from the
road.
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