What do you jockeys reckon the best way of managing a fiery mettled steed, when a brown calf sets his face through the hedge, and says "Mow?"
Free. Ha, ha, ha! faith you must ask your friend Mr. Saunderson that question. His crop-eared horse has thrown him in the lane a little while ago, and he has some experience in the matter. As for myself, I have the rheumatism in my arm, and I have not been on horseback for a week. (Balt. looks mortified and disappointed.)
Mrs. B. (to Free.) He is not hurt, I hope?
Free. No, Madam; he mounted again and rode on.
Char. It was no fault of the horse's neither, if the goose had but known how to sit on his back. He has as good blood in him as any horse in—
Free. No, no, Charles! not now if you please. (going up frankly to Balt.) And now, Sir, that we have had our little laugh together, and it is a long time, it must be confessed, since we have had a joke together— ha, ha, ha! I like a little joke with a friend as well as any man—ha, ha, ha!
Balt, (retreating as Free. advances.) Sir.
Free. But some how you have been too ceremonious with me, Mr. Baltimore, and I'm sure I have always wish'd you to consider me as a neighbour, that would be willing to do you a kind office, or lend you or any of your family a lift at any time.
(still advancing familiarly to Balt.)
Balt. (still retreating.) Sir, you are very gracious.
Free. So as I said, since we have had our little
