George Cheek followed him; and Multum-in-Parvo, taking the bit deliberately
between his teeth, just walked through the gate, as if it had been made of
paper.
'Ah, ye brute!' groaned Mr. Sponge, in disgust, digging the Latchfords into
his sides, as if he intended to make them meet in the middle. 'Ah, ye
brute!' repeated he, giving him a hearty cropper as he put up his head
after trying to kick him off.
'Thank you!' exclaimed Miss Glitters, cantering up; adding, 'you cleared
the way nicely for me.'
Nicely he had cleared it for them all; and the pent-up tide of
equestrianism now poured over the park like the flood of an irrigated water
meadow. Such ponies! such horses! such hugging! such kicking! such
scrambling! and so little progress with many!
The park being extensive--three hundred acres or more--there was ample
space for the aspiring ones to single themselves out; and as Lady
Scattercash and Orlando sat in the pony-phaeton, on the rising ground by
the keeper's house, they saw a dark-clad horseman (George Cheek), Old
Gingerbread Boots, as they called Mr.
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