"Nonsense! Poor man, he need never see you. He is just going to take the horses up for his master to ride out with Miss Robson. Such sweet horses! Mr. Holdaway gave 120 guineas for his. Think of that, Amy! Here now, come round the corner of the hedge, and he'll never see you."
So Amy followed and peeped, very shy and frightened, like a guilty thing, and she did see two horses, much more beautiful than she knew, one ridden by a common-looking groom, the other by a very smart, well set-up person, with a belt round his waist. That was all she saw, for they were gone in a flash, and she was too uncomfortable to see much, or to do more than hurriedly answer Florence's exclamation—
"Ain't he quite the gentleman? Bain't his horses real darlings?" before Jessie's voice was heard—
"Why, whatever are you two doing here?"
The two girls both giggled, and each pushed the other to make her tell, and Florence laughed out—
"Oh, 'twas Amy wanted to see Mr. Wingfield pass by."
"No, 'twasn't. 'Twas you," said Amy.
"I don't see why you should get into a corner about it," said Jessie, rather gravely. "I've just met him straight upon the road, horses and all."
"O yes, you!" said Florence.
"Well, why not me?"