Nancy was the landlord’s gentle horse when the Wilson family lived southeast of Dexter. Clabe was a tenant farmer there, where he farmed with horses. They were also allowed to ride Nancy, and she eventually took the “Wilson schoolbus” to the Dexter School 2-3 graveled miles away. Delbert (age 10) drove the horse and buggy, while Donald (9) and Doris (7) rode along.
One day it was icy. Nancy slipped and fell. When she managed to clamber upright again, she hobbled.
The Wilson kids were late for school. Doris cried. The teacher had her sit by the radiator to warm up. The little girl still whimpered when the other kids went out for recess. The teacher put her arm around her. “Doris, are you still cold?”
“No, but Nancy fell down and we might have to shoot her.” More tears.
Well, that’s what her nine-year-old brother announced about Nancy’s predicament.
Another day Nancy and and the buggy met a threshing machine on one corner. Nancy trotted right down into the ditch and reared up, with the three kids bouncing around in the buggy. But after they were passed the monster, she pulled them back up on the roadway.
Delbert was told not to drive on the highway because it was gravel. One time they had a different horse, which was faster than Nancy. Delbert headed the horse onto the highway and it was scary for Doris. Yes, she tattled.
Later, someone tattled to the teacher that Doris had said a bad word.
“Doris, what did you say?”
“I don’t know. All I said was ‘I’ll run like the deuce’.” Her brothers talked like that all the time.
“Well, you’re not nice a girl to talk like that. You may sit in the cloak room until recess.”
Second grade can be so dramatic, can’t it!