“I think you tire yourself with riding so much before breakfast,” Freidja observed.
In the jagged state of Honor’s nerves her temper was not proof against this. She turned sharply in her sister’s direction.
“Some one had to ride to the Nels’ farm,” she retorted. “I hadn’t any choice since you wouldn’t go.”
She emitted a short, vexed laugh, and moved abruptly.
“I am going into the garden to search for what I shan’t find.”
Matheson rose promptly.
“I say,” he cried, “that sounds interesting. Let me go with you and help in the search... May I?”
She looked at him uncertainly.
“You don’t know what I am wanting to find,” she said.
“Well, whatever it is, two people are more assured of success than one.”