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THE PET HORSE
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in his throat the whole way and was in utter
misery, but he kept on running doggedly. When
some boys called to him he only ran the faster,
without looking back.
Mother sat alone on the veranda. How good
that she was alone! John sat down on the steps,
all doubled together, and said not a word.
"Well, John," said Mother, "is anything the
matter?"
"Yes, there is something — something
perfectly dreadful, Mother, but I’ve got to tell you
about it."
"Yes, that is best, little John."
"But it is a-terrible thing. Carlstrom says
that I’ve ruined Bob riding him so hard and that
Bob must be" —
Johnny could say no more, but threw himself
flat on the floor and cried. By degrees Mother
got him to tell about the big boys, who wanted
to ride, about the racing and everything.
"It was really shameful of those great big
boys," said Mother.
"Yes, but Father said I was to be kind to Bob,
and careful of him — and I haven’t been,"
sobbed Johnny. "And besides, I am the heir
of Kingthorpe, you know, Mother."
Johnny’s face was swollen with crying, and
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