The boy Percy wanted to know how I placed my feet when I stood up in front of a runaway horse.

Others asked if I intended to go back to my school at Walford, and how I liked the village, and if I were president of the literary society there, which Mrs.Larramie thought I ought to be, on account of my scholastic position.
[Illustration: "'WOULD IT BE EASIER TO MANAGE A BOY OR A BEAR ?'"] But before the meal was over the bear had come to be the absorbing subject of conversation.

I was asked my plans about him, and they were all disapproved.
"It would be of no use to take him to the Cheltenham," said Walter, the oldest son.

"They couldn't keep him there.

They have too many horses--a livery-stable.