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of, the incongruity of their turnout, un- 

 conscious of the signal they have flung 

 to the breeze, which unmistakably pro- 

 claims their lack of early instruction. 



These are they who in the handling 

 of their animals instantly call to mind 



the puppet-shows of our child- 

 Bad Form 



hood days, and fill us with an 



almost irresistible desire to look under 

 the box-seat and discover who is work- 

 ing the invisible wires. Every move- 

 ment is spasmodic — the arms work as 

 though an alternating electric current 

 were constantly being turned through 

 them — the hands finger the reins ner- 

 vously; and if the vehicle happens to 

 be a two-wheeler, the unhappy driver 

 looks as though every jolt of the poor- 

 ly balanced cart would send her into 

 the road from her very insecure seat. 



Another harrowing spectacle is that 

 of the woman leaning forward, a rein in 



