"It must be novel to you."
"Not very." He pulled his moustache to conceal an amused smile. "It depends upon where new ends and old begins, you see. Now, I came down here in April, so my feeling is not 'the last cry.'"
"But at that time of year you didn't see—oh, how foolish you are!" she cried, and touched Johnny with her spur. His response brought him near the phaeton, which seemed a focal point for a general movement.
"They're going to have the gander-pulling now," exclaimed Bob, who had come with Susy to join the group. "The best view will be from this side."
"Are you going to ride, Mr. Morgan?" asked Katrina.
"Yes, I think so."
"Bob never can resist any game that's played with a horse," said Sydney, laughing.
"You know you'd like right well to try it yourself," he retorted.
Baron von Rittenheim gave his seat beside Mrs. Schuyler to Miss McRae, and went to Sydney's side.
"At last the sun begins to shine," he said, in a low voice, smiling up at her and patting Johnny's neck.