Looking sympathetically at Pinkey, Miss Eyester, for the purpose of diverting the irascible old gentleman's attention from the subject, asked when she might take her first riding lesson.
Pinkey said promptly: "This mornin'—they's nothin' to hinder."
"That's awfully good of you, Mr. Fripp," she said, gratefully.
Pinkey, who always jumped when any one called him "Mister," replied bluntly:
"Tain't—I wantta."
"We'll all go!" Mrs. Stott cried, excitedly.
"Shore." There was less enthusiasm in the answer.
"We were so fortunate as to be able to purchase our equipment for riding broncos before coming out here," explained Mr. Budlong. "There is an excellent store on the Boardwalk and we found another in Omaha."
"We have divided skirts and everything! Just wait till you see us!" cried Mrs. Budlong. "And you'll take our pictures, won't you, Mr. Penrose?"
"I don't mind wasting a couple of films," he consented.