"You'll have to do something at the Bures Show," Eleanor said one day as they came in tired from the stables. "Otherwise people will think it very odd."
"I could ride in a race, as Ruth suggested."
"But that is just fun. I mean, no one takes that seriously. You ought to show one of the horses. Your own riding things will be here in time, so there's no reason why you shouldn't."
"No."
"I'm getting to know that monosyllable of yours."
"It's no monopoly of mine."
"No. Just your speciality."
"What could I ride in the races?"
"Well, after Timber, Chevron is the fastest we have."
"But Chevron is Simon's."