Fred's Stolen Ride
One day little Fred's mother, who had been sick a long time, told him she
was going out with a friend to take a drive. Fred wanted to go, too, but
his mother said there would not be room in the buggy. Fred felt very cross
and unhappy, and sat down on the front steps, ready to cry as soon as he
should see his mother go away.
A buggy came to the gate, and the gentleman who was driving went into the
house. Fred ran out and climbed into the buggy to sit there until his
mother came out.
In looking around he saw there was a wide space under the seat, in which a
boy might hide. He crawled in, thinking he would take a ride, and his
mother would not know it.
He waited a long time, but no one came, and at last he grew tired and fell
He was waked by feeling a big jolt, as a wheel of the buggy struck a
stone; but he kept still. After what seemed to him a long time the buggy
stopped and he heard some one taking the horse from the shafts. He waited
until all was quiet, and then crawled out from his hiding-place.
He found it was almost dark, and everything about him was strange. He was
very much frightened, but he jumped down and went to a farm-house close
by. A woman he had never seen before came to the door. When he told her
where he lived she said he was fifteen miles from home, and he found that
he had taken his stolen ride in the buggy of a man who had called to see
his father on business.
It was too late for Fred to go home that night, and he had to stay at the
farmer's house until the next day. Then he was taken home, and I am very
sure he never tried to steal another ride.