“No bother at all—merely a pleasure, Miss Elizabeth,” the General assured her.
“You’re in a tremendous hurry all at once,” Alec said, as he crossed the lawn with her.
Blue Bonnet did not answer. At the top of the stile, she suddenly faced down upon him with flaming cheeks. “Alec, he mustn’t do it—don’t let him!”
“Let who—do what?”
“Your grandfather—I don’t want the horse! I won’t ride her.”
Alec stared up at her. “Why not?”
“Because—I’m afraid!”
“Afraid! you afraid?”
“Yes,” she said. “And that’s the reason I don’t want to go to-morrow. I won’t ride.”
“But why—”