“Not this morning, my dear Virginia. I don’t believe the horse likes me.”
Carol laughed from her position before the fireplace. “For once in my life I agree with Janet. You won’t get me on a horse today.”
“I shall stay right here, too,” Madge murmured. “Somehow I appreciate comfort this morning.”
“I’ll go with you,” Phyllis said, “if you will go nice and slowly.”
Accordingly the four mounted and rode away, leaving the other three comfortably fixed with books and magazines. It was almost an hour’s ride into the little town of Coxton at the pace the girls went, but they enjoyed it. They found a lot of things to talk about and besides they were in no great hurry.
“I’m going to get me a rope,” Gale proposed as the girls left their horses and mounted the sidewalk. “If I’m going to be a westerner, I’m going to learn to rope.”
“And I want a pair of gloves,” Valerie added.
“I have to see a man at the bank on business for Father,” Virginia said, “do you want to come along? Or do you want to do your shopping and meet me here in a few minutes?”
“We’ll meet you here,” said Gale. “We won’t get lost,” she added with a smile, taking in the few stores and buildings on the single street the town afforded.
“No danger,” laughed Virginia. “See you here then.”