6 A Quick-Running Squash.

bumpity, bump, over the stone flew the squash,
carrying with him his very much astonished little
master! The squash had been growing all the
time, and was now about three times as big as
an ordinary one. Charles, who had a pony of
his own, knew how to ride, but never had he
ridden anything so extraordinary as this. On
they flew, ‘roll, waddle, bump, Jdzmp, roll,
waddle, dang,” the boy digging his knees hard
into the sides of the squash to avoid being
thrown. He had a dreadfully hard time. Mount
the next quick-running squash you meet, and
you will see for yourself how it is.

To Charles’s great delight he now saw his
father coming toward him, riding his big black
horse Nero, who was very much frightened when
he saw the boy on such a strange yellow steed.
But Nero soon calmed down at his master’s
voice, and turning, rode along beside the big
squash, although he had to go at full speed to do
so. ‘Gallopty-gallop” went Nero and ‘‘bumpity-
bump” went the squash. Papa lost his hat
(Charles had parted with his long before).