There is very little actual need of guiding your horse, Esmeralda, because long habit has taught him what to do at a music-ride, but you do right to continue to endeavor to make him obey you.  Should he stumble; should that man riding before you and struggling to make his horse change his leading foot fail in the attempt, and cause the poor creature to fall; should the rider behind you lose control of her horse, your firm hold of the reins would be of priceless value to you, but now the waltz rhythm suddenly changes to that of a march, and your horse begins to trot, slowly and with little action at first, and then with a freer, longer stride which really lifts you out of the saddle, sending you rather too high for grace, indeed, but making the effort very slight for you, and enabling you to think about your elbows, and sitting to the right and keeping your right shoulder back and your right foot close to the saddle and pointing downward, and your left knee also close, and “about seventy-five other things,” as you sum up the case to yourself.  Thanks to this, you are enabled to continue until the music stops, and Theodore says, approvingly, “Well, you can ride a little.”

“A very little,” your master says.  She has learned something, of course, but it would be the unkindest of flattery for me to fell her that she does well.”

“One must begin to ride in early childhood,” Theodore says.

“One should begin to be taught in childhood,” the master amends, “but it is not absolutely necessary.  Some of the best riders in the French Army never mounted until they went to the military school, and some of the best riders at West Point only know a horse by sight until they fall into the clutches of the masters there, and then!” His countenance expresses deep commiseration.

“Now,” he adds, “if you take my advice, you two, you will take places in the centre of the ring; you will sit as well as you know how, Miss Esmeralda, and you will watch the others through the next music.  It is perfectly allowable,” he adds, drawing rein a moment as he passes, “to sit a little carelessly when your horse is at rest, always keeping firm hold of the reins, but I would rather that you did not do it until you had ridden a little more and are firmer in your seat.  Hollow your waist the least in the world, for the sake of our poker-critic in the gallery, and watch for bad riding as well as for good,” and away he goes, and again the double circle of riders sweeps around the ring, and you have time to see that the horses seem to enjoy the motion, and that their action is more easy and graceful than it is when they are obeying the commands of poor riders.