“A little, but not much nor very well,” confessed Janet.
“I belong in the same class,” added Helen.
“Is there any place in town where we can find good horses and a good instructor?” Helen’s father shot the question at John Hardy.
“Hill and Dale farm keeps a fine string of horses. I’m sure I could arrange for instruction there.”
“I’ll go with you this evening and we’ll see what can be done. I want the girls to become proficient at riding as soon as possible.”
“But what’s the idea?” asked Helen.
“Just another quirk of mine,” smiled her father.
As soon as they reached home Henry Thorne urged Janet’s father to accompany him to see about riding lessons for the girls and just before dinner returned.
“Your first lesson will be at eight o’clock to-morrow morning,” he announced. “Look up some old duds that won’t be hurt if you fall off.”
“But how about the girls?” demanded his wife.