“I don’t know. He hasn’t said.”
“I’m going to Boston on Friday, to stay until Monday morning; it’ll be the first time I’ve been away over night since I came to Woodford.”
“To stay with the Boston relatives?”
Blue Bonnet nodded. “I wonder will they be very—Bostony.”
“They won’t be anything else; but they might be worse. Suppose we have a walk in honor of the great event? Just by our twosomes.”
“You wouldn’t rather ride?”
“Boyd’s bespoken Victor.”
And it occurred to Blue Bonnet that Boyd was getting more good out of Victor these Spring afternoons than Alec was. “He rides Victor too hard,” she said; “I’d just like to get Uncle Joe Terry after him—he would tell him a few things.”
“He rides a good many things too hard,” Alec said. “Will you be long?”
“Only long enough to leave my books and report to the commanding officer,” Blue Bonnet answered.