"No, thank goodness!" said Tom with fervour. "But you needn’t worry, really, dear: he manages Roany quite well, and the pony is perfectly safe.  And you _are_ good, and so am I, because often I’m just as nervous about the blessed kid as you are—so there!"  They smiled at each other.  "Anyhow, here he comes.  The little beggar’s racing, too!"