“He does now,” I said—“that is, he did yesterday; but it’s worse riding on a saddle, it’s so slippery, and he will not let me have any stirrups.”
“When are you going again?”
“To-day, I suppose. The Doctor says I’m to get on as fast as possible, and make up with my other studies afterwards.”
“Wish I was going to learn to ride.”
“You wouldn’t much like it if you had to,” I replied. “Oh, I don’t know. It looks very nice to see you going along. But, I say, it does make Burr major so wild. I heard him tell Dicksee he should make his father send him a horse, and Dicksee said he ought to, and I laughed.”
“Did he hear you?”
“Yes, and gave me such a clip on the head with a cricket stump. Feel here.”
I placed my hand where he suggested, and there was a good-sized lump.
“What a shame!” I cried indignantly. “Didn’t you hit him again?”
“No; I only put it down. We’re going to pay it all back some day.”