"Oh, no, yer won't," said Brigham, who stood holding the horse's bridle. The teacher pretended to be greatly scared. The company grew hilarious.
"Brigham," she said, "I am sure I can't stick on. I might go sliding over the horse's head and land in a heap. Then what would you do?"
"Pick yer up."
This reply increased the hilarity.
Donald seemed to think it would be great sport to see the teacher's maiden effort at riding bareback.
"Jest git on, Miss Bright, an' see how easy 'tis," he urged.
"I don't know how to mount," she hastened to say. "I haven't learned even that much."
"Oh, that's easy enough," said a muscular little chap. "I'll show yer."
And he leaped like a squirrel to the horse's back.
"Oh, I could never do that," said Esther, joining in the laughter of the children.