Alice laughed, “Do you know, Maude, sometimes you say the most ridiculous things? How could you bring a horse with you?”
“Easy enough—on a cattle car. Besides, I could have ridden down here if Quincy hadn't been in such a hurry.”
“Alone?”
“No, with Bobby. What better protector can a woman have than a good horse? I shall never remain in danger long if my heels or my horse's will get me away from it.”
“Maude, you're a strange girl,” said Alice. Then she put her arm about her and added—“but one of the best girls in the world.”
By this time they had reached the barn. Two stalls were occupied. Quincy pointed to two side-saddles hanging on the wall.
“As I knew you were both good horse-women, I had these sent up with your riding habits from Eastborough Centre yesterday. I am going to be busy at the store this morning, and I thought you might enjoy a ride.”
Maude threw her arms about his neck and kissed him.
“You are the bestest brother in the world.”
“And the most thoughtful husband,” said Alice as he drew her close to him.