The N. S. Bicycle. 61

round an’ go home ter yer ma,” and the small boy
threw, I am sorry to say,.a handful of mud at
poor Gordon.

But Gordon did not mind that at all, for at
the boy’s words, an idea had come to him.
What was it he had said? ‘“ Zurn round and go
home.” Now was it not just possible that he
might do this? He knew that he could guide
the bicycle, even if he could not stop it, and why
could he not turn it entirely round? It was
certainly worth trying, and if you will believe me,
the idea of doing so had not once come to him till
the dirty little, mud-throwing boy had spoken.
He waited till he came to a wide, free space and
began to turn. ‘Hurrah,’ he shouted as he
found the machine obeyed him beautifully and
came about with no trouble. He was very much
ashamed to think that he had not thought before
of this simple way out of his difficulty.

He was now on his way back, going as fast
as ever, but no longer crying. He was now
fairly shouting in his delight. Passing the small
boy again, he called out, ‘Thank you, thank you,”