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“
I
should
like
to
try
,
”
answered
Fauntleroy
.
His
lordship
made
a
sign
to
Wilkins
,
who
at
the
signal
brought
up
his
own
horse
and
mounted
it
and
took
Fauntleroy
’
s
pony
by
the
leading
-
rein
.
“
Now
,
”
said
the
Earl
,
“
let
him
trot
.
”
The
next
few
minutes
were
rather
exciting
to
the
small
equestrian
.
He
found
that
trotting
was
not
so
easy
as
walking
,
and
the
faster
the
pony
trotted
,
the
less
easy
it
was
.
“
It
j
-
jolts
a
g
-
goo
-
good
deal
—
do
-
doesn
’
t
it
?
”
he
said
to
Wilkins
.
“
D
-
does
it
j
-
jolt
y
-
you
?
”
“
No
,
my
lord
,
”
answered
Wilkins
.
“
You
’
ll
get
used
to
it
in
time
.
Rise
in
your
stirrups
.
”
“
I
’
m
ri
-
rising
all
the
t
-
time
,
”
said
Fauntleroy
.
He
was
both
rising
and
falling
rather
uncomfortably
and
with
many
shakes
and
bounces
.
He
was
out
of
breath
and
his
face
grew
red
,
but
he
held
on
with
all
his
might
,
and
sat
as
straight
as
he
could
.
The
Earl
could
see
that
from
his
window
.
When
the
riders
came
back
within
speaking
distance
,
after
they
had
been
hidden
by
the
trees
a
few
minutes
,
Fauntleroy
’
s
hat
was
off
,
his
cheeks
were
like
poppies
,
and
his
lips
were
set
,
but
he
was
still
trotting
manfully
.
“
Stop
a
minute
!
”
said
his
grandfather
.
“
Where
’
s
your
hat
?
”
Wilkins
touched
his
.
“
It
fell
off
,
your
lordship
,
”
he
said
,
with
evident
enjoyment
.
“
Wouldn
’
t
let
me
stop
to
pick
it
up
,
my
lord
.
”
