He seated himself in one of the chairs and she leaned against its broad arm.
“It's rather more fun for me, too. I'm growing lazy. I think I'll ride.”
“Good!”
“What have you been doing to-day, Jewel?”
“Well,”—meditatively,—“cousin Eloise went to New York, so I had to get my lesson alone. And I didn't braid my hair over.”
Mr. Evringham looked startled. “She'll do it, I dare say, before dinner,” he replied.
“If she has time. She has gone riding with Dr. Ballard. They just trotted away together. Oh, it was lovely!”
Mr. Evringham, leaning his head back, looked off under his heavy brows as he responded:—
“Across the hills and far away,
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
And deep into the dying day
The happy princess followed him,
“and all that sort of business, I suppose.”