"And be pulled through by force? Not much, Billy Farrington! If my story won't go of itself, I won't have any friends at court helping me on. Some day, I am going to write a novel that will be worth taking. Till then, I won't be helped out on poor work. Wait a minute. I will go to ride, after all."
Billy sat looking after her, as she went away in search of her hat.
"She has good grit," he observed to himself; "and I believe she'll get there, some time or other."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"But it would be such fun, papa," Theodora said, with a suspicion of a pout.
"It's too far, Teddy. It must be twenty miles each way."
"I rode thirty, yesterday."
"I think that is too far for you."
"Oh, please."