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pick a four-leaved clover; instantly, you will
be—”

Elsie couldn't hear the rest. She was run-
ning away from the little boy.

“T must be crazy,’ she said to herself, and
tried to stop. She could not. Her efforts only
met with the result of making her prance like a
horse. Elsie had heard of Saint Vitus’s Dance ;

“JT wonder if I have it,” she thought.

Then—it was strange—the little girl found
herself outside the ball-room, and clambering
into the chariot. The horse was prancing; just
as she had been, a moment before.

Had se been prancing, “or was it the horse
all the time?” Elsie felt overcome with bewil-
derment. In this state she was carried away.
The hobby-horse began galloping. Elsie was
all alone, but she concluded it would be dan-
gerous to jump from the chariot. Indeed the
steed went faster and faster until, at length,
Elsie made up her mind that it was running
away with her. She had never, in her life, heard
of a hobby-horse running away, so she didn't
know what to do.

“If your pony ever runs away,’ her papa
once told her, “sit quite still, and do not attempt
to jump from your cart.”

Elsie recalled this, so she sat still—and
screamed, The long hall had been passed