"What are you driving for?"
"Father wouldn't let me ride!"
"Well, you can trot behind me," he laughed.
As they drove past the front of the house, the big gate beyond the stable-yard was flung open and the whole train, horsemen, carriages, dogs, swept out on the open rolling hillside beyond.
The master of the hounds drew off to the left.
"Leave a space there! Clear the way there! That's where the fox will be started!"
The crowd followed them to the field side.
Lawson rode up to the trap. "What are they going to do?" he asked in bewilderment.
Frances looked at him uncomprehendingly. She had been calling gay badinage to one and another of those about her.