![]() Just then the child stepped off the pavement to cross the street, right in the path of the horse. Its eyes were staring, its side was panting, the bit had fallen from its mouth, and the reins were loose upon its hot neck. ![]() There was not a living thing to be seen except, at the far end of the street, a nursemaid with a pram and a small child trotting by her side.Īll at once, away in a distance, along the road, Tom caught sight of a horse galloping toward him, as if it was running a race with the wind. Shopkeepers were taking their early tea and school children had gone off to play in the fields. In the village it was the quietest hour of the day. Tom jumped from his seat, put on his cap and set off down the road toward the village, as fast as he could spin the wheels of his bicycle. The sun was shining brightly into the room and the leaves were peeping shyly and whispering softly, as if to say, “Never mind about all heroes or wicked dragons! Come out and play.” His hair was red and stiff, and his frank, jolly face was freckled all over. Tom was just an everyday boy, rather short for his age and someone stout. Wouldn’t it have been so much fun to wear a helmet and armour, carrying a long lance, and riding a splendid horse! But there are no dragons nowadays, and knights wear black coats like other men. He had been reading a book about knights and heroes, who rode through the woods slaying dragons and setting beautiful princesses free. “ Oh dear! I wish I could be one of them,” said Tom to himself.
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