‘Fools’ paradise!’ thought Theodora, as she silently mounted the steps.
‘That is a remarkably pretty little hat,’ said Miss Gardner. Theodora made a blunt affirmative sound.
‘No doubt she is highly pleased to sport it. The first time of wearing anything so becoming must be charming at her age. I could envy her.’
‘Poor old pony!’ was all Theodora chose to answer.
‘There, they are leaving off,’ as Arthur led away the pony, and Violet began to ascend the steps, turning her head to look after him.
Miss Gardner came to meet her, asking how she liked riding.
‘Oh, so much, thank you.’
‘You are a good scholar?’
‘I hope I shall be. He wants me to ride well. He is going to take me into the woods to-morrow.’
‘We have been admiring your hat,’ said Miss Gardner. ‘It is exactly what my sister would like. Have you any objection to tell where you bought it?’