“What do you call this nice young man?” Arden pointed a slim pink finger at Harry who bowed gallantly.
“One among four?” questioned Dot with upraised eyebrows.
“I know some chaps——” Harry began, but Arden interrupted with:
“Don’t pay any attention to Dot. She’s too theatrical.”
Sim had gone down and was returning quickly.
“It wasn’t anything,” she reported. “Dick just wanted to know when we were going to ride again. He said business was rather slow at Ellery’s, and it was Dick’s idea to start out and drum up a little trade. He does get a commission, just as I expected. Shall we go riding again?”
“I’d love it!” Dot declared.
“But—Terry,” Sim reminded them, going over to the bed and smoothing back the invalid’s hair, rather movie-like.
“Oh, don’t mind me!” Terry was quick to say. “I think a little rest and quiet will do me good. I shall probably doze off after my ride with Santa Claus, that was invigorating,” and she laughed a little, just like herself.
“Well, what about it, girls?” asked Sim. “Dick is waiting for an answer. I think a ride would do us good. He says he’ll bring the horses around here—he’ll have another groom to help him.”