The girls rode back to their instructor and the other girls. At the stables they dismounted again and watched while their horses were trotted away to their stalls.
In the sunset they limped toward their dormitories—Janet by far the most exhausted.
“I think I’ll take a pillow the next time,” she declared. “Then if the horse and I decide to separate I will have something soft to land on.”
“The object is not to separate,” Carol informed her. “Do you want to go riding tomorrow, Janet?”
“Riding!” Janet echoed distastefully. “I am not on speaking terms with my horse. No more riding for me this week! Tomorrow I shall go in for something gentle like baseball.”
Carol laughed. “Baseball! You can’t come within five feet of the ball with your bat.”
“Woe is me,” Janet said, gently depositing herself upon the dormitory steps. “Do I have to prove everything? Come to the athletic field tomorrow and I’ll show you I can hit a home run.”
Carol laughed derisively.
“I can, too,” Janet insisted. “I hit you, don’t I, when I throw a book at you?”
“Except when I duck and it goes through the window,” reminded Carol.