196 OCCASIONAL HAPPY THOUGHTS. 



footing we are on at present. We breathe again. Cazell's 

 legs come out, and stretch themselves freely ; Cazell's hand 

 gives up its hold of the iron railing ; and Cazell's eyes begin 

 to enjoy the country. Cazell will soon be so much at 

 home, that he will be giving me advice as to " what I ought 

 to do." 



Happy Thought. — He can't, after this exhibition of 

 superiority and skill, give 7ne advice as to driving. Murgle 

 will fill the surrounding villages with tales of his master's 

 pluck. I shall have established a horsey reputation. But 

 it is gratifying to know that I have got here a real right- 

 down bargain both for riding and driving, 



Cazell pulls out a cigar-case. 



" I was a little nervous at first," he says, pleasantly. 



"Well," I admit, "/ wasn't quite certain about him. 

 That's why I wouldn't let my Aunt come. Women fidget, 

 and make one so nervous." 



" O yes they do," Cazell replies, pulling out a Vesuvian. 



I stop him. I think he'd better not strike it yet; it might 

 startle the horse, who's going on uncommonly well just now. 

 Cazell defers smoking under protest. 



" Why," says he, " you might let off cannons in his ears, 

 he wouldn't mind." 



" Well, Murgle," I say to him in the well behind, " if he 

 always goes up-hill like this, and can come down-hill safe at 

 the same pace, we shan't be an hour getting up to Tov.n 

 from my house. 



" No, Sir, that we shan't," answers Murgle, wagging his 



