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He had one tumble, which, he remarked philosophically, did not hurt him any more than when I whacked him with a sofa cushion in one of our pillow fights. I think he will very soon be able to manage the pony by himself. HE HAD ONE TUMBLE WHICH HE REMARKED PHILOSOPHICALLY DID NOT HURT HIM ANY MORE THAN WHEN I WHACKED HIM WITH A SOFA CUSHION IN ONE OF OUR PILLOW FIGHTS I THINK HE WILL SOON BE ABLE TO MANAGE THE PONY BY HIMSELF
when I stretch out my hand. Bleistein I have ridden very little, because I think one of his forelegs is shaky, and I want to spare him all I can. Mother and I have had the most lovely rides imaginable. QUENTIN'S FIRST FALL White House, Oct. 24, 1903. DEAR KERMIT: Yesterday I felt rather seedy, having a touch of Cuban fever, my only unpleasant reminiscence of the Santiago campaign. Accordingly, I spent the afternoon in the house lying on the sofa, with a bright fire burning and Mother in the rocking-chair, with her knitting, beside me. I felt so glad that I was not out somewhere in the wilderness, campaigning or hunting, where I would have to walk or ride all day in the rain and then lie out under a bush at night! When Allan will come from the trainer's I do not know. Rather to my surprise, Ronald has won golden opinions and really is a very nice dog. Pinckney loves him, and he sits up in the express wagon just as if it was what he had been born to. Quentin is learning to ride the pony. TRETCH OUT MY HAND BLISTEIN I HAVE RIDDEN VERY LITTLE BECAUSE I THINK ONE OF HIS FORELEGS IS SHAKY AND I WANT TO SPARE HIM ALL I CAN MOTHER AND I HAVE HAD THE MOST LOVELY RIDES IMAGINABLE QUINTON'S FIRST FALL WHITE HOUSE OCTOBER TWENTY FOURTH NINETEEN O THREE DEARAR KERMIT YESTERDAY I FELT RATHER SEEDY HAVING A TOUCH OF CUBAN FEVER MY ONLY UNPLEASANT REMINISCENCE OF THE SANTIAGO CAMPAIGN ACCORDINGLY I SPENT THE AFTERNOON IN THE HOUSE LYING ON THE SOFA WITH A BRIGHT FIRE BURNING AND MOTHER IN THE ROCKING CHAIR WITH HER KNITTING BESIDE ME I FELT SO GLAD THAT I WAS NOT OUT SOMEWHERE IN THE WILDERNESS CAMPAIGNING OR HUNTING WHERE I WOULD HAVE HAD TO WALK OR RIDE ALL DAY IN THE RAIN AND THEN LIE OUT UNDER A BUSH AT NIGHT WHEN ALLAN WILL COME FROM THE TRAINER'S I DO NOT KNOW RATHER TO MY SURPRISE RONALD HAS WON GOLDEN OPINIONS AND REALLY IS A VERY NICE DOG PINCKNEY LOVES HIM AND HE SITS UP IN THE EXPRESS WAGON JUST AS IF IT WAS WHAT HE HAD BEEN BORN TO DO QUINTON IS LEARNING TO RIDE THE PONY
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