The Wishing Cap

THE WXSHIWG-CAP- 11 Tashimg the heels of the wooden horse with his coachman’s whip, whistling, and smacking his lips like a coachman: Louisa sung to her doll; and Charlotte danced about with her new frock, singing and laughing: and, altogether, there was such a noise, that it might have been heard to the end of the street; the boys every now and then crying out, “ WellP Master Charles, what do you think of us now ?” Every thing went on very well, and all were in the greatest good humour, till Edward, without intending it, instead of lashing the wooden legs of the horse, gave his brother a most terrible cut with his long whip, over one knee, and across one hand. James, being made veiy angry with the pain, jumped