“I’d like to go as far as Boston, now and then, General.”
“Oh, Boston belongs to Woodford.”
“She’ll be going back to Texas one of these days,” Alec said.
The General turned to him. “Brown tells me that Victor hasn’t been out for a day or so, Alec; I thought you rode every day.”
“I mean to, Grandfather.”
The General studied the boy a little anxiously; he had never been able to understand how a grandson of his could be so delicate. Then he turned to Blue Bonnet again. “You must miss your rides, Miss Elizabeth? Come to think of it, I haven’t seen you riding since you came. Can’t you find a horse to suit you here in Woodford?”
“I haven’t tried, General.”
Alec, watching her, saw the girl’s quick color rise. It set him to thinking; to remembering, as his grandfather had, that he had never seen Blue Bonnet riding. Of course she did ride—a Texas girl!
“That little mare of Darrel’s,” the General was saying, “she ought to suit you, Miss Elizabeth. Shall I speak to Darrel about her for you? She’d make a fine match for Victor—that would get you out oftener, Alec. Mustn’t get lazy, my boy.”
Blue Bonnet rose hastily. “I must go now. Thank you very much, General—only, please don’t bother.”