But if they started out with a slow old horse that looked as though all he
wanted was to be left alone, however innocent the party might look, people
knew just as well as though they had seen it, that when they got out on
the road, or when night came on, that fellow's arm would steal
around her waist, and she would snug up to him, and--Oh, pshaw, you have
heard it before.
Well, late years the livery men have "got onto the racket," as they say at
the church sociables, They have found that horses that know their business
are in demand, and so horses are trained for this purpose. They are
trained on purpose for out-door sparking. It is not an uncommon thing to
see a young fellow drive up to the house where his girl lives with a team
that is just tearing things. They prance, and champ the bit, and the young
man seems to pull on them as though his liver was coming out. The horses
will hardly stand still long enough for the girl to get in, and then they
start off and seem to split the air wide open, and the neighbors say,
"Them children will get all smashed up one of these days."
The girl's mother and father see the team start, and their minds
experience a relief as they reflect that "as long as John drives that
frisky team there can't be no hugging a going on." The girl's older sister
sighs and says, "That's so," and goes to her room and laughs right out
loud.
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