pony-trap

So I got started. xiii The moon had risen fat and yellow above the eastern horizon, casting its glow on the lush jungle growth that overbore the south end of the Key and gilding the east side of John Eastlake's ruined mansion, where he had once lived with his housekeeper and his six girls - happily enough, I suppose, before Libbit's tumble from the pony-trap changed things.

Duma Key King, Stephen, 1947- 2008

But until then probably the worst thing that had ever happened to her in her life - other than falling out of that pony-trap, and I'll bet she didn't even remember that - was getting turned over her Daddy's knee and paddled or having her hand slapped for trying to take one of Nan Melda's jam tarts before they were cooled.

Duma Key King, Stephen, 1947- 2008

Then Elizabeth fell out of the pony-trap and started to draw, the off-season hurricane exposed the debris field, the little girls drowned.

Duma Key King, Stephen, 1947- 2008

A little girl who'd fallen out of a pony-trap at the age of two and banged her head and awakened with seizures and a magical ability to draw.

Duma Key King, Stephen, 1947- 2008

Oh, some of that old ability may still remain - like scar-tissue on the dura of the brain from an old injury (caused by falling out of a pony-trap, let's say) - and you might have to find ways to let that out once in awhile, to express it like a build-up of pus from an infection that will never quite heal.

Duma Key King, Stephen, 1947- 2008

Or possibly a pony-trap, standing still and waiting for the pony.

Duma Key King, Stephen, 1947- 2008

I still read books, at home: but I blacksmithed and had a pony-trap of my own, and was My Lord

Lady Chatterley's Lover 2004

Angle had been kind, the train had run on time, Angus had met it with the pony-trap, and I had found Kirsty in capable charge at Gran's cottage, with Gran herself in bed, and so relieved and happy to see me that she had gone almost straight to sleep.

Rose cottage Stewart, Mary, 1916- 1997

Angle had been kind, the train had run on time, Angus had met it with the pony-trap, and I had found Kirsty in capable charge at Gran's cottage, with Gran herself in bed, and so relieved and happy to see me that she had gone almost straight to sleep.

Rose cottage Stewart, Mary, 1916- 1997

Of course my jeans were Calvin Klein, and it wasn't exactly a pony-trap 1 was driving; but that was different, somehow.

The Gates of Noon Rohan, Michael Scott, 1951- 1992