“When we pass Place o’ Pines let’s go at full tilt,” suggested Mary Lee.
“If we can,” returned Ashby dubiously. “You go ahead, Mary Lee, and don’t mind me. If I have to bring up the rear, why, I will.”
So those sitting in the studio over their tea were suddenly surprised by the clatter of hoofs along the road and saw a cavalcade go dashing by, a big bay in the lead and a gaunt black, lurching along in a plough-horse gallop, bringing up the rear.
“Did you ever!” exclaimed Miss Romaine. “Who in the world are those?”
Mr. Wells looked after them with a little half wistful smile. “Some of my friends from Camp Happiness, I judge.”
“But what a sorry looking set of beasts.”
A Cavalcade Went Dashing by, a Big Bay in the Lead.
“Best they could get, probably, and much better than none. How would you like to try a ride some morning, Mabel?”
“I shouldn’t like it at all unless you can furnish a better mount than any of those,” she said with an amused expression.