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shout of, " Plea-ease let us mount from the 

 ground." You have heard his peremptory 

 "No," and then, as they turned away discom- 

 fited, have noted how kindly was his " I will 

 tell you why, my dear boys. It is because your 

 legs are too short. Wait until you are tall, 

 then you shall mount." You know that when 

 Versatilia, having attended a party the previous 

 evening and arisen at five o'clock to practise 

 Chopin, and then worked an hour at gymnas- 

 tics, could not, from pure weariness, manage 

 her horse, how swift was his bound across the 

 ring, and how carefully he lifted her from the 

 saddle, and gave her over to the ministrations 

 of the wise fairy. You know that any teacher 

 must exact respect from his scholars, and you 

 detect method in all the little sallies which 

 almost drive the society young lady to madness, 

 but this morning it is your turn. 



You do, one after the other, all the things 

 against which you have been warned, and, when 

 corrected, you look so very dismal and discour- 

 aged that the Scotch teacher comes quietly to 

 your side and rides with you, and, feeling that 

 he will prevent your horse from doing anything 



