But Isabel, who knew how to ride, prudently forbore to express an opinion.
"Where are you going, Theodora?" Mrs. McAlister called after her.
"Out here, where the road is better."
"But we want to see you start."
"It's sandy here."
"What difference does that make?"
"Why, I can't push through such sand as that."
"How strange! I always thought you were so strong."
Theodora clashed her bell in a spirit of wild protest.
"How can I do anything, with you all standing here to criticise me?"