Dr. Barnes mistook her flushed face and raised hand as a gesture of modesty and embarrassment.
“Don’t be too modest. We are glad to know Sheridan has someone who can represent us worthily in the annual Spring Show of the Bridle Club. I have arranged for you and four other Sheridan students to be entered. There are several good mounts available. Beginning tomorrow and at three-thirty every afternoon the rest of the week you will go to the Club stables and be coached for the events you are to enter. Some faculty member will chaperon you.”
“Let Miss Bassett,” Mimi interrupted. Why had she ever quaked in her boots when Dr. Barnes’ name was mentioned? He was kindly and human as could be, not an ogre at all.
“Do you like my plans, Miss Mimi?”
“They’re precious, perfectly precious!”
That was the most Mimi could say for anything. She must get out of this office quickly and whistle between her teeth, or clog or jump up and crack her heels together twice before landing or she would explode right before Dr. Barnes. She forgot about her visitor until she was seated in Spanish class. No chance to tell any of her news. She stood it as long as she could, then scrawled headlines and held up her notebook so that Sue could read three rows away:
AM RIDING FOR “S” IN HORSE SHOW
COMPANY AT THREE. HOTCHA!
Sue grabbed a pencil.
WHO?