_Prof._ (_introducing another horse_). This animal is a confirmed Kicker. We'll give him a little tinware, just to amuse him. (_Some tin pans and bells are attached to the animal's tail, but, perceiving that kicks are expected from him, his natural contrariness makes him decline to make sport for Philistines in this manner._) Hang on more tinware, boys! Some persons here may feel Disappointed that he Doesn't kick. Remember--that is not My Fault. They can't be too vicious to please me. (_The Horse sees his way to score, and after bearing various trials in a spirit of Christian resignation, leaves the Arena, consoled by the reflection that no one there got much fun out of_ him, _at all events. A Jibber is brought in; the Professor illustrates his patent method of teaching him to stand while being groomed, by tying a rope to his tail, seizing the halter in one hand and the rope in the other, and obliging the horse to perform an involuntary waltz, after which he mounts him and continues his discourse._) Now it occasionally happens To some riders that when they want To go down G. Street, their horse has a sort of idea he'd like to go up E. Street, and he generally _does_ go up it too! _A Sister_ (_to her Brother_). ROBERT that's just like the horse _you_ rode that last time, isn't it? [_ROBERT doesn't answer, fervently hoping that his Sister's Pretty Friend has not overheard this comment._ _The Prof._ Well, the way to overcome that is just to turn the animal round--so--several times till he gets dizzy and forgets where E. Street is, and then he says to himself, "I guess I'd better go wherever the gentleman wants!" _The Sister._ ROBERT's horse turned round and round like that--_didn't_ he, ROBERT? [ROBERT _turns rather red and grunts._ _Her Pretty Friend._ And then did he go where your brother wanted him to? _The Sister._ Oh yes, at last. (_ROBERT breathes more freely._) Only without ROBERT. [_ROBERT wonders bitterly why on earth a fellow's Sisters should try to make him out a regular muff like this._