"I am afraid I ought not."
"I'll drive you up by the stables," suggested Frances.
"I wish you would. Have you time to see my new horse?" he asked, as Frances drove slowly and skilfully along the crowded street.
"I didn't know you had a new horse."
"No? I have been intending to ride her in when you could see her, but you have had so little time—"
"But I have time now," said the young woman, enthusiastically, as she stopped before the stables. "Can't we go in and see her?" to her father.
"Certainly."
The young man put his mare through her paces up and down the stable aisle. "I want you to ride her some time," he declared, as Frances waxed eloquent over the horse's slender head and liquid eyes and shapely legs.
"When can you bring her in? She's a beauty! I'd like to ride her now."
"Shall I put your saddle on?" questioned Mr. Carver, who stood with the group admiring the animal.