"Can you hitch him?" Elena asked of Zan.
"Pooh! of course! And you'll have to learn how, too."
"Oh, I'd be so 'fraid to get up close!" shivered Elena, laughingly.
"We'll take all of that fear out of you before you go back home, young lady," threatened Zan, grinning at her delicate companion.
The girls soon had the big surrey pulled out of the carriage-house and Zan led the horse out of the enclosure. Miss Miller assisted in harnessing one side while Zan did the other. The girls stood by and watched with interest.
"Who'd ever think Zan could do these things when you see her at school?" said Jane.
"Or at dancing school?" added Nita.
"Which goes to prove that a lady is always a lady no matter what tasks she does, as long as she remembers her birth-right!" ventured Miss Miller.
At the signal from Zan, the girls climbed in the surrey, with Elena, Zan, and Miss Miller on the front seat.
Cheokee knew it was to be a lark, and he started off with one of his prancing steps. The girls laughed and shouted at every thing they passed, until Zan turned the horse into a beautiful woodland road. The trees were so thick and tall that but little sunshine ever penetrated to the road. It was consequently cool and dark in the woods.