"Satan," said Aunt Lucretia, smiling sweetly.
"Fawncy!" shouted the Colonel decisively.
"I'll lay you five hundred that he can," said my Aunt, "and I don't know a thing in the world about your game."
"Madam," said Goff, quietly, "I have never taken an unfair advantage of a woman."
"Colonel Goff," said my Aunt very seriously, "you know as well as you know anything, that if I know anything it is horses, that I am of age, and that I am good for all my obligations. I'll bet you five hundred dollars that Satan will beat your horse at his own game."
"Do you know, madam," said Goff, "that a jumping horse is born to jump? Not one in a thousand can go over a three-foot hurdle, and this brute of yours—"
"Brute?" said Eloise, icily. "Brute, Colonel Goff, he is an angel! He can do anything."
"And you will ride him?" he asked.
"Nobody else can," said my Aunt. "Yes, she'll ride him and beat you, too."
"I'll take your bet," said he. "I'd give five hundred dollars to ride once in a race with the only girl in America who is really English. How she ever got into this blooming country I can't see!"