HOSPITALITY WITHOUT GRUDGING
By arrangement made the previous evening Jane was awake before the family was astir and in Nora's hands preparing for a morning ride with Larry, who was to give her her first lesson in equitation.
“Your habit will be too big for me, Nora, I am afraid,” she said.
“Habit!” cried Nora. “My pants, you mean. You can pull them up, you know. There they are.”
“Pants!” gasped Jane. “Pants! Nora, pants! Do you mean to say you wear these things where all the men will see you?” Even in the seclusion of her bedroom Jane's face at the thought went a fiery red. Nora laughed at her scornfully. “Oh, but I can't possibly go out in these before Larry. I won't ride at all. Haven't you a skirt, a regular riding habit?”
But Nora derided her scruples. “Why, Jane, we all wear them here.”
“Does Kathleen?”
“Of course she does, and Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, and everybody.”
“Oh, she might, but I am sure your mother would not.”
Nora shouted joyfully. “Well, that is true, she never has, but then she has never ridden out here. Put them on, hurry up, your legs are straight enough, your knees don't knock.”