“Victor has been spoiled ridiculously. He and I have been having a bit of an argument.”
Blue Bonnet’s eyes flashed; “He is not spoiled; but he is used to his owner.”
“He will get used to me—after a while; he’s been learning a thing or two lately.”
By way of answer, Blue Bonnet wheeled Chula around towards home. She knew now why she had not liked Boyd Trent; underneath that smiling, easy politeness were selfishness and cruelty.
Boyd turned too; she was a queer girl, but she was interesting,—which was more than could be said for some of her friends,—and she rode well. “Are you always so extremely sociable?” he asked.
Blue Bonnet flushed; Aunt Lucinda would say that she had been showing her dislike too plainly. “I was thinking of—something,” she said; “I suppose you are looking forward to summer?” After all, he was even more of a newcomer in Woodford than she was, and he hadn’t half as many friends; even if one were horrid, one might have feelings like other people.
“Well, rather!” Boyd laughed; “I’ve seen livelier spots.”
“Don’t you like it at the academy?”
“Slow like all the rest of the place.” He pulled out a note-book; “I’ll show you some snap-shots of my school at home.”
Blue Bonnet brought Chula nearer; the snap-shots though small were clear, and the bits of school-life they gave interested her. She decided that she would like a camera; she would like some Woodford views to take back to the ranch.