“well, i must say one thing for mrs. nelson,” said our coachman, as he resumed his seat on the box,

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“and that’s this. there’s no pinning at the bull. she sets her face against everything but the patent boxes. she may come to a runaway with a bolter—or drop the ribbons—or make a mistake in clearing a gate, by being a little lushy—but you’ll never see mrs. nelson lying flat on her side in the middle of the road, with her insides gone to smash, and her outsides well distributed, because she’s been let go out of the yard without one of her pins.”