"Thank you for those glorious words of praise," was Dorothy's light retort.
"You're welcome, but do hurry," urged Jane.
"Where do we go from here?" quizzed Dorothy as they started down the drive.
"I sha'n't tell you. Wait and see, Miss Impatience. This is a very mysterious journey."
In this bantering strain the two continued on to the western gate of the campus, passed through and started down the highway.
"I know where we're going!" finally exclaimed Dorothy. "We're going to the stable to see Firefly! Funny I didn't guess it before, with you in riding clothes. You're going to show me some new trick you've taught Firefly. There! Did I guess right?"
"Yes, and no. That's all I'll tell you. Come on. One minute more and you'll see the great sight."
Jane caught Dorothy's hand and rushed her toward the stable. Still keeping firm hold on her friend, she led her straight to the roomy box-stall which accommodated Firefly.
"Oh, Jane!" Dorothy cried out in sudden rapture. "What a beautiful horse. Why, he looks almost enough like Firefly to be his brother. Where did you get him? What in the world are you going to do with two horses?"
"He's not mine," Jane replied. "He is——" She stopped, her gray eyes dancing. "He belongs to a dear friend of mine. Her name is Dorothy Martin."