Abe rose and said: "The day is passing. I'll start on with Parsons and the pony and read my stint afoot. You come along in a few minutes. By the time you overtake me I'll be ready to get into the saddle."
Half an hour or so after Abe had gone, Harry's horse, which had been whinnying for his mate, bounded out of the stable and went galloping down the road, having slipped his halter.
"He will not stop until he overtakes the other horse," said Harry.
"You can ride with us," Annabel suggested.
So the young man brought his saddle and bridle and put it under the seat of the buggy and got in with Annabel and her small brother.
"Don't let us go too far," said Bim, as she stood by the side of the buggy. "You haven't offered to shake hands."
"It was a deliberate slight—just to please you," Harry answered, as they shook hands.
"You are behaving terribly well," Bim exclaimed, merrily. "Now, Annabel, here is your chance to convert him."
She laughed and shook her hand, as they rode away, and went into the house and sat down and for a time was like one whose heart is broken.
"Oh, the troubles of the young!" her mother exclaimed, as she kissed her.