10 IN THE BIDING-SCHOOL. 



If you were the daughter of a hundred earls, 

 you would be mounted on a Shetland pony and 

 shaken into a good seat long before you outgrew 

 short frocks, and afterwards you would be 

 trained by your mother or older sisters, by the 

 gentlemen of your family, or, perhaps, by some 

 trusted old groom, or in a good London riding- 

 school, and, no matter who your instructor might 

 be, you would be compelled to be submissive 

 and obedient. 



But you object that you cannot afford to 

 pay for very careful, minute, and long-contin- 

 ued training; that you must content yourself 

 with such teaching as you can obtain by riding 

 in a ring under the charge of two or three mas- 

 ters, receiving such instruction as they find time 

 to give you while maintaining order and looking 

 after an indefinite number of other pupils. 

 Your real teacher in that case must be yourself, 

 striving assiduously to obey every order given 

 to you, no matter whether it appears unreason- 

 able or seems, as the Concord young woman 

 said, " in accordance with the latest scientific 

 developments and the esoteric meaning of dif- 

 ferentiated animal existences." That sentence, 



