"You forget I have had the privilege of beholding my stepmother ride. I believe it is your opinion that no one rides any better, if as well. But if I choose to differ with you I do not see why I cannot have the privilege. Besides, what harm can there be in my entering the riding match even if I am sure not to win?"
Mr. Colter did not reply for a moment and in the interval his wife laid her hand on his arm.
"Suppose we discuss this whole question later? I am sure if I were in her place I should feel as she does that age, or youth, should be no barrier."
With a smile of entire friendliness she turned toward the girl.
"Perhaps we can practice riding together, Jeanette, before the great contest takes place. If there is anything I know I should be delighted to teach you."
An hour later Mr. and Mrs. Colter were riding together in one of their own fields. The twilight was deepening.
"For my sake, Jim, let Jeanette make the effort to ride if you are willing to allow me, otherwise she will never forgive me. I do not believe there is any special danger, or reason against it, as I can teach her a great deal in the next few weeks."
Jim Colter smiled.
"Jack, before we were married I seemed able to manage you now and then, but since our marriage I appear to be wax in your hands. Have your own way once more, you and Jeanette."