132 GLENOWEN, OR THE

guests through the hall and along a
corridore, to a magnificent chamber
looking out upon the lawn. To the
right was a door leading to a boudoir.
She opened it, and bade them follow
her.

The first object that struck the eye
of Charles, on entering, was a large
new wooden horse, with a long flowing
mane, richly caparisoned, and covered
with embroidered trappings. Charles
was in an extacy. “ What a beauti-
ful creature |” he exclaimed... “* Mount
him,” said the Fairy. Charles placed
his foot in the stirrup, which was of
silver, and vaulted into his seat. “ What
grace—what agility!” thought the
Fairy, gazing on him for some mo-
ments with a sort of rapt attention.

She