"Oh, I know I would," Norah said. "He's such a dear—"
"What! Cecil?"
"No, you donkey—Bobs," Norah continued, laughing. "I'd feel like begging his pardon all the time. But—"
"Murty wants to see you, Master Jim," said Mary, entering. "Says he'd be glad if you could spare him a minute."
"All right, Mary—thank you," said Jim, getting up lazily and strolling out. "Back in a minute, you two."
"What happens to-day, Norah? Marmalade, please," said Wally, in a breath.
"The marmalade happens on the spot," laughed Norah, handing it to him. "Otherwise—oh, I don't know, unless we ride out somewhere and fish. We haven't been out to Angler's Bend this time, have we?"
"No, but that's fifteen miles. You'd never let Cecil ride Bobs that distance?"
"Oh, I couldn't!" said Norah, hastily. "I don't think I possibly could ride anything except Bobs out there. Cecil might have him another day, if Jim doesn't think me quite mad. Perhaps I won't be sorry if he does, 'cause I'd hate to go against Jim! And Bobs is—"
"Bobs," said Wally gravely; and Norah smiled at him. "Hallo, Jamesy—what passion hangs these weights upon thy brow?"