(Bunching reins in fingers
hampered
by too tight
gauntlets.
gauntlets.
Kipling - Poems
Don't you, old man?
(Loosens
curb-chain skilfully, and pats horse on nose and throttle. ) Poor
Vermillion! Did they want to cut his chin off? There!
Captain Gadsby watches the interlude with undisguised admiration.
Poor Dear Mamma. (Tartly to Miss T. ) You've forgotten your guest, I
think, dear.
Miss T. Good gracious! So I have! Goodbye. (Retreats indoors hastily. )
Poor Dear Mamma.
(Bunching reins in fingers hampered by too tight
gauntlets. ) CAPTAIN Gadsby!
CAPTAIN GADSBY stoops and makes the foot-rest. Poor Dear Mamma blunders,
halts too long, and breaks through it.
Capt. G. (Aside. ) Can't hold up seven stone forever. It's all your
rheumatism. (Aloud. ) Can't imagine why I was so clumsy. (Aside. ) Now
Little Featherweight would have gone up like a bird.
They ride out of the garden. The Captain falls back.
Capt.
curb-chain skilfully, and pats horse on nose and throttle. ) Poor
Vermillion! Did they want to cut his chin off? There!
Captain Gadsby watches the interlude with undisguised admiration.
Poor Dear Mamma. (Tartly to Miss T. ) You've forgotten your guest, I
think, dear.
Miss T. Good gracious! So I have! Goodbye. (Retreats indoors hastily. )
Poor Dear Mamma.
(Bunching reins in fingers hampered by too tight
gauntlets. ) CAPTAIN Gadsby!
CAPTAIN GADSBY stoops and makes the foot-rest. Poor Dear Mamma blunders,
halts too long, and breaks through it.
Capt. G. (Aside. ) Can't hold up seven stone forever. It's all your
rheumatism. (Aloud. ) Can't imagine why I was so clumsy. (Aside. ) Now
Little Featherweight would have gone up like a bird.
They ride out of the garden. The Captain falls back.
Capt.
