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ten " Go in again. That is the way. Ah, go 

 in again ! That is the way the rider is made ! 

 Again ! Ah, brava ! " 



" Prepare to whoa ! Whoa ! " says the teacher, 

 and both he and your banished cavalier con- 

 gratulate you, and it dawns upon you that the 

 society young lady is not the only person whom 

 the master understands, and is able to manage. 

 However, you are grateful, and even pluck up 

 courage to salute him when next you pass him ; 

 but alas ! that does not soften his heart so 

 thoroughly that he does not warningly ejaculate, 

 " Right foot," and then comes poor Nell's turn. 

 She, reared in a select private school for young 

 ladies, and having no idea of proper discipline, 

 ventures to explain the cause of some one of 

 her misdeeds, instead of correcting it in silence. 

 She does it courteously, but is met with, 

 "Ah-h-h! Miss Esmeralda, you know Miss 

 Nell. Is it not with her on foot as it is on 

 horseback? Does she not argue? " 



You shake your head severely and loyally, 

 but brave Nell speaks out frankly, "Yes, sir; I 

 do. But I won't asrain." 



"I would have liked to ride straight at him," 



