"That was a daring ride of yours!" remarked Alice, with enthusiasm.
"Indeed it was," agreed Ruth, more quietly.
"Do you think so? I'm glad you like it. I have been riding ever since I was a little girl."
"Did you learn in the West?" asked Alice.
"Why, yes—that is I—I really—oh, there goes that wild black horse again!" and Miss Brown turned to point to an animal ridden by one of the Confederate soldiers. The horse seemed unmanageable, and dashed some distance across the field before it was brought under control.
Then the talk turned to moving picture work, though Ruth could not help wondering, even in the midst of it, why Miss Brown had not been more certain of where she had learned to ride.
"It isn't something one would forget," mused Ruth.