whip toward swung spurs brass merchants cracked clung forward bounced winding jangling grabbed wealthy cobblestones gutter sped
The
Royal
Coachman
his
long
.
The
King's
carriage
up
the
street
the
palace
.
But
the
Captain
of
the
King's
Own
Guards
leaned
down
from
his
big
saddle
and
Bartholomew
Cubbins
by
his
shirt
.
Away
flew
Bartholomew's
basket
!
The
cranberries
over
the
and
rolled
down
into
the
.
With
a
of
and
a
clatter
of
horseshoes
,
the
Captain
and
Bartholomew
up
the
street
toward
the
palace
.
Out
of
the
narrow
streets
,
on
up
the
hill
!
Bartholomew
to
the
Captain's
broad
back
.
On
and
on
they
galloped
,
past
the
bright
gardens
of
the
.
Higher
and
higher
up
the
mountain
,
on
past
the
walls
of
the
noblemen's
castles
?