“I’m wanting a ride,” said Rosie. “I haven’t had one for some time, and am actually hungry for it.”
“Well, little dear, I’ll see what can be done to relieve your hunger,” said Herbert gallantly. “Are there any others of our company suffering from the same kind of hunger?”
“Yes; I’d like to go,” said Lulu. “May I, papa?”
“Yes; if the right kind of horse can be secured, so that I can feel that you will be safe. Violet, my dear, if you are not to be one of the shopping party, will you ride with me and the others?”
“With pleasure, my dear,” she replied. “I dare say I am as hungry for a ride as my younger sister; and in your company it will be especially enjoyable.”
All then hurried to their rooms to don their riding hats and habits, while Harold and the captain went in search of the required steeds.
Arthur did not think Marian strong enough for such a ride, and Mary and Calhoun did not care to go. They would probably walk out presently, but just now were waiting to see the others off.
At Calhoun’s request, Mary sat down to the piano, Marian and Arthur drew near, and the four joined in the singing of some of their favorite hymns, Mary playing the accompaniment.
Presently Will Croly ran in, in his informal way, joined the little group, and added his voice to theirs.