“I know it, Sis, but I don’t want to miss that game. It’s going to be a dandy! Come on, go for me, that’s a good fellow. I’ll make it three pounds.”
“No, I’m not going. Besides, it looks like a thunder storm.”
“Say, Sis, will you go if I let you ride Prince?”
“Your new horse?” asked Grace, eagerly.
“Yes, you may ride Prince,” came over the wire. Will was a good horseman, but for some time had to be content with rather an ordinary steed. Lately he had prevailed on his father to get him a new one, and Prince, a pure white animal, of great beauty, had been secured. It was gentle, but spirited, and had great speed. Grace rode well, but her mount did not suit her, and Mr. Ford did not want to get another just then. Will never allowed his sister to more than try Prince around the yard, but she was eager to go for a long canter with the noble animal. Now was the chance she had waited for so long.
“You must want to see that ball game awfully bad, to lend me Prince,” said Grace.
“I do,” answered Will. “But be careful of him. Don’t let him have his head too much or he’ll bolt. But there’s not a mean streak in him.”
“Oh, I know that—I can manage.”
“Then you’ll get those papers from grandmother for me, and take them to dad?”
“Yes, I guess so, though I don’t like leaving the girls.”