"Oh, Dick!" Sally cried. There was mischief in her eyes. "It is good of you. Will you take Edward?"
Even Edward, the stolid coachman, grinned at that.
"With pleasure," said Dick, not at all disconcerted, "if Miss Patty can spare him."
"Oh," cried Miss Patty, "not Edward."
"Well," continued Sally, "Miss Sanderson, then."
"With pleasure," said Dick again. There was no need to ask Henrietta. The introductions were gone hastily through, and Henrietta changed with some alacrity.
"You are not racing, Dick?" Sally asked, as he tucked the robe around Henrietta.
"Oh, no," Dick replied solemnly, looking up. "How can you ask, Sally? You know that I should not dare to, with this horse. He is too young."
"Gammon!" Sally exclaimed. "I shall keep my eye on you, Dick."
"That's a good place for it," Dick remarked. "Good-bye."