"I suppose she was," Alec answered, deep in thought. "But it was a serious business, just the same. When Blue Bonnet fell I scarcely knew whether I'd pick her up whole. Not having a scratch is marvelous."
"She says she has a guardian angel," Knight said, laughing. "Jove, she must have. Only a kind and interested fate saved her yesterday. Well, what's the program to-day?"
Alec came out of his reverie.
"To-day? Nothing in particular. There's the party at the Clarks' to-night. Blue Bonnet's honor, I believe—and yours."
"I'm at the young ladies' disposal," Knight said.
It was late afternoon when Alec, coming in with Knight from a ride, suggested a call at Mrs. Clyde's.
"This is about the tea hour," he said. "I'm not particularly long on tea, but I must pay my respects to Miss Clyde and her mother."
Tea was in order when the boys were ushered into Mrs. Clyde's comfortable sitting-room. Blue Bonnet was helping herself to a second cup.
"Just in time," she said gaily, bestowing a handshake on Knight, and nodding at Alec.
Alec felt the omission.