boys soon got impatient. Their harness was rather intricate, and they did not want to take it off, so they stood chafing and grumbling at the delay.
"You are nearest, so just hand out that blanket and put it over me; I'm as cold as a stone," said Ned, who was leader.
"I want it myself, if I've got to wait here much longer," grumbled Charley, sitting on the whiffletree, with his legs curled up.
"You're a selfish pig! I'm sure I shall have the horse-cough to-morrow if you don't cover me up."
"Now you know why father is so particular about making us cover Major when we leave him standing. You never do it if you can help it, so how do you like it yourself?"
"Whether I like it or not, I'll warm you when we get home, see if I don't, old fellow."
Up came the elders and away went the ponies, but they had a hard tug of it this time. Grandma was not a light weight, the road pretty steep in places, and the mud made heavy going. Such a puffing and panting, heaving and hauling, was never heard or seen there before. The farmer put his shoulder to the wheel, and even Mrs. Jenks tucked up her black silk skirts, and gave an occasional tug at one shaft.
