“Tell us just what happened, dear!” she urged gently.
“I don’t exactly know––I can’t just understand how it happened,” Marion began. “I had an accident––in the road. My foot was hurt––my ankle was twisted––or I thought it was––and I was frightened.”
“An accident?” said Claire.
“I was off my pony––the cinches were loose––and––when I tried to mount again––I slipped––somehow––and fell. He was just in time to help me, and––”
“Where was that?” asked Huntington.
“Just below his place. He was coming back––”
“But what were you doing over there?” demanded Huntington.
“Riding,” she said calmly, perhaps a little defiantly.
“Yes, I know that. But on his land?”
“Did you ever tell me anything about that?” she retorted.