“Yes; is it a nice school?”
“It’s a good one.”
“Do you go to it?”
“Oh, all the Woodford boys and girls go to it, as their fathers and mothers did before them.”
“I’ve never been to school.”
“Then you’ve got a lot of new experiences coming your way, and they won’t all be pleasant ones. Going to school isn’t all joy, and neither is it all the other thing. You’ll get acquainted with a lot of girls that way.”
“I shall like that. I want to know—oh, everybody here!”
“I don’t,” Alec laughed. He got up. “Do you like horses? But of course you do,—a Texas girl.”
“Yes, I love horses,” Blue Bonnet said slowly.
“Come and see my horse, then; Grandfather gave him to me last birthday.” Alec led the way across the lawn to where a path branched off to the stable.