And so with the ordinary mishaps, and with days and hours of unspeakable and healthy happiness, I learnt to ride well and to know horses.

And poor Mrs.
Bundle, sitting safely at home in her rocking-chair, endured all the fears from which I was free.
"Now look, my deary," said she one day; "don't you go turning your sweet face round to look up at the nursery windows when you're a riding off.

I can see your curls, bless them! and that's enough for me.

Keep yourself still, love, and look where you're a going, for in all reason you've plenty to do with that.

And don't you go a waving your precious hand, for it gives me such a turn to think you've let go, and have only got one hand to hold on with, and just turning the corner too, and the pony a shaking its tail, and shifting about with its back legs, till how you don't slip off on one side passes me altogether." "Why, you don't think I hold on by my hands, do you ?" I cried.
"And what should you hold on with ?" said Mrs.Bundle.