"We left the table and talked an hour more.
The women asked me to come again; he didn't say anything on that subject; but when he ordered my horse, he asked the Princess if she would enjoy a little exercise, and she said she would, so he told Thomas to bring their horses, and we rode around the section, the Princess and I ahead, Mr.Pryor following.

Where the road was good and the light fine enough that there was no danger of laming a horse, we dropped back, one on either side of him, so we could talk.

Mrs.Pryor ate the cake and said it was fine; and the 'conserve,' she called it, delicious as she ever had tasted.

She said all our fruits here had much more flavour than at home; she thought it was the dryer climate and more sunshine.

She sent her grateful thanks, and she wants your recipe before next preserving time." Mother just beamed.