The Riverdale boy shouted across to him, begging him not to be so cruel; but the boy paid no attention.

Suddenly the horse turned, seized his tormentor by the shoulder, and pushed him into the canal.

The water was not deep, and the boy, after floundering about for a few seconds, came out dripping with mud and filth, and sat down on the tow path, and looked at the horse with such a comical expression, that the Riverdale boy had to stuff his handkerchief in his mouth to keep from laughing.
"It is to be hoped that he would learn a lesson," said the president, "and be kinder to his horse in the future.

Now, Bernard Howe, your story." The boy was a brother to the little girl who had told the monkey story, and he, too, had evidently been talking to his grandfather.

He told two stories, and Miss Laura listened eagerly, for they were about Fairport.
The boy said that when his grandfather was young, he lived in Fairport, Maine.