Hobbyhorse (Saddle Club, No. 60)
Language: English
Pages: 0
ISBN: 0553483749
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The arrival of Lisa's horrible, bratty cousin, nine-year-old Amelia, for a visit with the Atwoods spells trouble for the members of The Saddle Club, when they are forced to prove that they are not responsible for the malicious mischief that Amelia is causing.
an awfully considerate rider,” Lisa said. Beginning riders were often inconsiderate of their horses, not because they meant to be, but because they didn’t yet have good balance and couldn’t control their legs and hands well enough. Amelia seemed both balanced and gentle. “I’m glad to see that she’s considerate about something,” Stevie snorted. Privately she thought that she had never met such a self-centered, manipulative whiner as Amelia. And considering my brothers and their friends, Stevie
of her room was unlocked; inside, Amelia was already sound asleep in Lisa’s bed. Lisa turned the closet light on so that she could find her pajamas. Amelia didn’t stir. She snored more loudly than ever. Lisa crept to her cousin’s side. Carefully she examined Amelia’s hands for telltale purple marks. Amelia’s fingernails were dirty, but that was all. Lisa looked at her own fingernails, which were also dirty. She guessed Amelia hadn’t snooped yet. Lisa dropped Amelia’s hand back onto the
never has to take responsibility for what she does. Nobody makes her. When she ripped my books up three years ago, nobody made her say she was sorry. She broke our hobbyhorse, and my parents are acting as if nothing happened. She whines and throws a fit, and boom! she gets whatever she wants. So she keeps whining and throwing fits. I think she thinks that if she just keeps pushing for it, she’ll get to ride Prancer, too.” “So you think that this time she ought to be punished,” Carole said.
largest booth, happily consuming turtle sundaes, which were the special of the day. Even Stevie had ordered one—although she’d asked that strawberry sauce and crème de menthe be added to the caramel and hot fudge. “That’s disgusting,” Amelia said, staring as Stevie lifted the first brown, pink, and green spoonful to her lips. “Just don’t watch her eat it,” Lisa advised. Stevie always ate the strangest sundae combinations. Carole took a big bite of ice cream and closed her eyes. When she opened
with a warm sun and no wind—and the ground was firm. Amelia was so euphoric by the idea of riding outside a ring, in actual woods, that she listened to everything the older girls said, and Delilah pricked her ears and stepped out with obvious enjoyment. The Pony Tails seemed to feel some responsibility toward Amelia, too. “Make sure you never get too relaxed,” Corey advised her. “You don’t want to be tense, either, but remember that anything can happen out on a trail. A deer might suddenly leap