Is it surprizing that, becoming desparate, I seized at any
straw, however intangable?
I paid a man five dollars to take the Arab to the country
and put it in the aforsaid shed, afterwards hiding the key under
a stone outside. But, although needing relaxation and pleasure
during those sad days, I did not at first take it out, as I felt
that another tire would ruin me.
Besides, they had the Pony Cart brought every day, and I
had to take it out, pretending enjoyment I could not feel, since
acustomed to forty miles an hour and even more at times.
I at first invited Tom to drive with me in the Cart,
thinking that merely to be together would be pleasure enough.
But at last I was compeled to face the truth. Although
protesting devotion until death, Tom did not care for the Cart,
considering it juvenile for a college man, and also to small for
his legs.
But at last he aranged a plan, which was to take the Cart
as far as the shed, leave it there, and take out the car. This
we did frequently, and I taught Tom how to drive it.
I am not one to cry over spilt milk.
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