"I'll take my chance," said Dick.
The twins saw him off from the hall door. He rode a tall bay horse, which danced with impatience on the hard gravel of the drive as he looked him over, drawing on his gloves.
"Dear old Cicero! doesn't he look a beauty?" said Nancy. "What was his figure, Dick?"
"You will never be able to get on him," said Joan. "Shall I bring a chair?"
But Dick was up and cantering over the crisp grass of the park, managing his nervous powerful mount as if he and the horse were of one frame and as if nothing could separate them.
"He does look jolly," said Joan admiringly.
"He's a good man on a horse," acquiesced Nancy.
"All the boys are. So they ought to be. They think about nothing else."
"You know, I think Dick is just the sort of man a girl might fall in love with," said Joan. "He's very good-looking, and he has just that sort of way with him, as if he didn't care for anybody."
"I expect lots of girls have fallen in love with him. The question is whether he is ever going to fall in love with them. I'm inclined to think he's turning it over in his mind. I dare say you were blinded by all that business at the dower-house this morning. I wasn't. You mark my word, Joan, Dick is going to get married."