THE VOICE OF NATURE The bronco was on his feet instantly, with Hippy still clinging to the animal's neck.

All the villagers scattered as Ginger bolted across the street.
"Why don't _you_ tickle his ribs ?" cried Emma to the spectators.
For a few moments it looked as if man and bronco would land in the village postoffice by way of its large front window.
"Whew!" grinned Hippy, mopping his brow after he had conquered and tied the pony to the tie-rail in front of the postoffice.
"I--I thought you said that Ginger was an educated horse," reminded Emma.
"He is.

That is what is the matter with him.

Like some persons, not far removed from me at the present moment, he knows _too_ much for the general good of the community.

What Ginger needs is a finishing school, and he's going to start right in attending one this very day.