"Don't worry about the saddle, I can get new riding gear lots easier than Old Heck could have got another niece!"
"Carolyn June needs a saddle of her own," Ophelia suggested.
"I am going to get one; and then I'll ride the Gold Dust maverick!"
"I doubt if th' Ramblin' Kid will let you ride the filly," Parker said, "he's funny that way—"
"I think he will," Carolyn June interposed. "I'll steal her if no other way!"
"Maybe he will, but it's doubtful," Parker continued, "but Old Heck is aiming to get you a saddle. He spoke about it this morning when we were getting the car out to go to town—"
"Dear old uncle," Carolyn June said warmly, "I love him already—don't you, Ophelia?"
Parker colored and looked quickly, with a worried expression on his face, at the widow. She flushed also.
"That's personal, my dear," she answered, "and rather abrupt!"
Parker went out to put the Clagstone "Six" in the garage.