ing robe, then it had dragged again.
"Oh, don't mind, dear," said Alice Mendon. "It is his own lookout if he loses the robe."
"It isn't that," responded Daisy querulously. "It isn't that. I don't care, since he is so careless, if he does lose it, but I must say that I don't think it is safe. Suppose it got caught in the wheel, and I know this horse stumbles."
"Don't worry, dear," said Alice Mendon. "Fitzgerald's robe always drags, and nothing ever happens."
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