The two figures in male attire broke into a laugh simultaneously. The good lady, oblivious to the humorous side of her greeting, flushed in anger. “Appears to be mighty funny,” she said. “What's the joke?”
“Oh, nuthin',” replied the husband, speaking hastily. “Can you give the lad a bed? He wants to bunk here.”
“Why, Andy, you know I can't. There's only Miss Allis's room.”
“Give her—him that.”
“Are you crazy, Andy?”
“It's too bad, Mrs. Dixon; I sha'n't let your husband tease you any more. I am Allis; but I'm glad you didn't know.”
“Oh, Miss Allis, where's your beautiful hair gone? Surely you didn't cut that off just for a joke?”
Then she was taken fully into their confidence; and before Allis retired Dixon had been quite won over to the plan of Allis's endeavor.
In the morning the Trainer asked the girl whether she would ride Lauzanne a working gallop to get accustomed to the new order of things, or would she just wait until race day and take her place in the saddle then.
“I'm afraid Mike'll spot you,” he said—“even Carter may.”