At this point Larry came in. “Well, Jane, all ready? Good for you. I like a girl that is always on time.”
“How do you like her pants, Larry?” said Nora, wickedly.
“Perfectly splendiferous,” cried Larry.
“Oh, you mean thing, Nora,” cried Jane, dropping hurriedly into a chair with scarlet face and indignant eyes.
“Come along, Jane, old chap, don't mind her. Those pants never looked so well before, I assure you. We are going to have a great time. I guarantee that in a few minutes you will be entirely oblivious of such trivial things as mere pants.”
They all passed out into the front yard to see Jane mount and take her first lesson.
“This is Polly,” said Larry. “She has taught us all to ride, and though she has lost her shape a bit, she has still 'pep' enough to decline to take a dare.”
“What do I do?” said Jane, gazing fearfully at the fat and shapeless Polly.
“There is just one rule in learning to ride,” said Larry, “step on and stick there. Polly will look after the rest.”
“Step on—it is easy to say, but—”