The girl reddened slightly as she smiled.
"Why—your clothes. You see, we've all heard you're at Deep Willows."
Monica laughed, and the girl joined in.
"My clothes—folks don't wear riding habits much about here, I s'pose?"
"No, mam."
Monica nodded.
"Now, I may ask who you are. I didn't like to before, but——"
The girl smiled frankly.
"You guessed it would be rude," she said quickly, "so you let me be rude—instead."
Monica laughed a denial.