“I don’t believe I have been wise in permitting you to engage in this horseback riding, Barbara,” Miss Stuart declared on their way home. “I am afraid this jumping over fences is a dangerous sport. And I am not sure it is ladylike.”
“But English girls do it all the time, Aunt Sallie. Jumping hurdles is taught in the best riding schools.”
“You have had no lessons, Bab. Are you perfectly sure you do not feel afraid?” queried Miss Stuart.
“Oh, perfectly, dear Aunt Sallie,” Bab assured her.
CHAPTER XIX
THE OLD GRAY GOOSE
The day for the Lenox sports dawned clear and beautiful. By breakfast time the mists had rolled away from the hilltops. The trees, which were now beginning to show bare places among their leafy branches, beheld their own reflections in the lakes that nestled at the feet of the Lenox hills.
From their veranda Miss Stuart and her girls could see every style of handsome vehicle gliding along the perfect roads that led toward the Fair Grounds from the beautiful homes surrounding the old township.