66 IN THE BIDING-SCHOOL. 



gon of its species, and for which and its kind, 

 as he announced after riding a square or two, 

 he " was not paying a cent a carload." 



" It is a lovely horse," said the beauty. " It 

 is such a beautiful color. But men never care 

 for color." 



" Good color is a good thing, undoubtedly," 

 said the master, " but a beautiful horse is a 

 good horse, not necessarily an animal which 

 would look well in a painted landscape, because 

 its color would harmonize with the hue of the 

 trees." 



" She is a beautiful girl, isn't she," said Es- 

 meralda, looking admiringly at the beauty, who, 

 having just remembered Tennyson's line about 

 swaying the rein with flying finger tips, was ex- 

 ecuting some movements which made her horse 

 raise his ears to listen for the cause of such 

 conduct, and then shake his head in mild disap- 

 proval. 



" What do I care for a pretty girl ? " de- 

 manded the master. " Pretty rider is what I 

 want to see, and ' pretty rider ' is ' good rider.' 

 Wait until that girl trots three minutes or so, 

 and see whether or not she is pretty." 



