“If you think Sunday will warn Major Churton off his Bridge, you don’t realise the man. I like the Major, Ally.”
“He’s a decent chap. His wife’s the better horse, I expect.”
“I don’t think so. He looks like a man who would be any woman’s master. If you notice, when he says No! even Di Churton can’t say Yes!”
Ally laughed a little shortly, as if at some checked reminiscence. He changed the subject too, rather briefly.
“Doesn’t Brissy want his pony back?”
“He said not. I wish you would buy Liscarton, Ally; I have grown to like him.”
It was part of her adaptability that she could really earnestly desire the little Key’land pony, and enjoy his paces, after riding thoroughbred hunters and hacks that made other riders in the county envious. Leoline Lewin lived in her present, as she had said to Halton, and the chestnut pony had become the simple object of her equestrian ambition out in Key Island.
“There are lots better ponies,” said Ally.
“Never mind! I like Liscarton.”
“I don’t think Brissy would sell.”