"Yes, missus. Here you, Pomp," she called, "you go home wid dis
good lady, and she'll gib you something for your poor sick
mudder. Do you hear?"

"I'se goin' to ride?" said Pomp inquiringly.

"Yes," said Frank good-naturedly.

"Hi, hi, dat's prime!" ejaculated Pomp, turning a somersault in
his joy.

"Scramble in, then, and we'll start."

Pomp needed no second invitation. He jumped into the carriage,
and was more leisurely followed by Frank and his mother.

It was probably the first time that Pomp had ever been in a
covered carriage, and consequently the novelty of his situation
put him in high spirits.

He was anxious to drive, and Frank, to gratify him, placed the
reins in his hands. His eyes sparkling with delight, and his
expanded mouth showing a full set of ivories, Pomp shook the
reins in glee, shouting out, "Hi, go along there, you ol'
debble!"

"Pomp, you mustn't use that word," said Mrs. Frost reprovingly.

"What word, missus?" demanded Pomp innocently.