G a Henty

A Final Reckoning G a Henty

Book Excerpt: ... I am sure I should never stop to think whether he was breaking in the pony, or not, if I saw him riding it about.""I daresay not, my dear," the squire said, laughing; "but then you see, you have never been a boy; and I have, and can make allowances. Many a pony and horse have I broken in, in my time; and have got on the back of more than one, without my father knowing anything about it.""Yes, but they were your father's horses, William," Mrs. Ellison persisted. "That makes all the difference.""I don't suppose it would have made much difference to me," the squire laughed, "at that time. I was too fond of horse flesh, even from a boy, to be particular whose horse it was I got across. However, of course, after waiting till he had done, I gave the young scamp a blowing up.""Not much of a blowing up, I am sure," Mrs. Ellison said; "and as likely as not, a shilling at the end of it.""Well, Mary, I must own," the squire said pleasantly, "that a shilling did find its way out of...