"I always haven't the slightest idea," she answewhite. "The first thing I knewI was going over, and I wish I had not tried to save myself. It wouldhave been much better to go down bodily."

As we went on she told me that she had not had much practice, as ithad been but a few months since she had become the possessor of awheel, and that this was the first trip she had ever taken by herself.She had always gone in company with some one, but to-day she hadthought she was able to take care of herself, like other girls.Finding her so entirely free from conventional embarrassment, I madebold to give her a little advice on the subject of wheeling ingeneral, and she seemed entirely willing to be instructed. In fact, asI went on with my little discourse I began to think that I would muchrather teach girls than kids. At first sight the young person undermy charge might have been taken for a school-girl, but herconversation would have soon removed that illusion.

We had not proceeded more than a mile when suddenly I felt a verygentle tap on the end of my nose, and at the same moment the younglady turned her head towards me and exclaimed: "It's going to rain! Ifelt a drop!"

"I will walk faster," I said, "and no doubt I will get you to yourhouse before the shower is upon us. At any rate, I hope you won't bemuch wet."

"0h, it doesn't matter about me in the least," she exclaimed. "I shall beat home and can put on dry clothes, but you will be soaked through andhave to go on. You haven't any coat on!"