FRANK wanted a high horse: so he took the sewing-chair, put the hassock
on it, put the sofa-pillow on that, and mounted.
How he got seated up there so nicely I don't know; but I know just how
he got down.
The horse did not mind the bridle, but he would not stand the whip. He
reared, lost his balance, and fell over.
Down came Frank with sofa-pillow, hassock, and all. By good luck, he was
not hurt; but he will not try to ride that horse again.