"He's afraid of that white cloth on the lawn."
"Yes, but they've put it there on purpose, to break him of the habit of shying."
While they were speaking, Napoleon approached.
"Sir," said the confident Betsy, "I don't believe you can ride that horse."
"I! Don't you think me a good rider?"
"Yes; I think you look better on horseback than any one I have ever seen."
"Only look!" Napoleon was trying to draw her out.
"But you really ride better than anyone else, as I told you the other day when you rode around the lawn. I didn't suppose any one could make a horse wheel in such a narrow circle."
"Yet you think this Arab could conquer me!"
"But it looks so ugly,—I mean its disposition."