"I think I'm going to be sick," Ruth said, when she and Brat were left alone in the stand.
"I don't wonder," said Brat.
"Why?" she was surprised into saying, this being not at all the reaction she expected.
"Three ices on top of dressed crab."
"It is not anything I ate," she said, repressive. "It's that I have a delicate nervous system. Excitement makes me feel ill. I get sick with it."
"I should go and get it over," Brat advised.
"Be sick, you mean!"
"Yes. It's a wonderful feeling."
"If I sit very still I may feel better," Ruth said, giving up.
Ruth was feeling her lack of importance to-day. She avoided horses too consistently for the rest of the year to claim any right to exhibit any on this one day at Bures, so she sat in the stand in her neat grey flannel and looked on. It was to her credit that she did not grudge her twin her well-earned place in the sun, and was passionately anxious that Jane should come first in her class.