“She wants me to cut a good figure!” he said to himself, and went to get ready.
I have no deed of prowess on Walter’s part to record. The instant he was in the saddle, Red Racket recognized a master.
“You can’t have ridden him before?” questioned Lufa.
“I never saw him till this morning.”
“He likes you, I suppose!” she said.
As they returned, the other ladies being in front, and the groom some distance behind, Walter brought his roan side by side with Lufa’s horse, and said—
“You know Browning’s ‘Last Ride Together’?”
“Yes,” she answered, with a faint blush; “but this is not our last ride! It is our first! Why didn’t you tell me? We might have had many rides together!”
“Promise me a last one,” he said.
“How can I? How should I know it was the last?”