_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._

[_Two more horses are brought out, put in double harness
in the light waggon, and driven round the Arena by the
Professor. A steam whistle is let off over their heads,
whereupon they rear and plunge, and back frantically, the
Professor discoursing unperturbed from the waggon. After a
few repetitions of this, the horses find the steam-whistle out
as a brazen impostor, and become hardened sceptics from that
moment. They despise the Comic Groom when he prances at them
with a flag, and the performance of the Serious Man on the
cymbals only inspires them with grave concern on his account.
The bundle of coloured rags is let down suddenly on their
heads, and causes them nothing but contemptuous amusement;
crackers bang about their heels--and they pretend to be
pleased; the Funny Groom (who is, by this time, almost