Practice Typing

When the horseman came up, he proved to be a student, a merry fellow, who was journeying along on his nag, and singing as he went. As soon as the man in the sack saw him passing under the tree, he cried out, Good morning. good morning to thee, my friend. The student looked about everywhere; and seeing no one, and not knowing where the voice came from, cried out, Who calls me.