Folks tell you 'most anything you want them to, I reckon." This was the busiest hour of the afternoon.

Gray had purposely ordered the horses sent around at a time when he knew that the veranda, the walks, and the tennis courts would be filled, for ever since his interview with the hotel manager a plan had been shaping in his mind and already he had dropped a few words, a hint or two here and there, that were calculated to stimulate interest in Allie Briskow.
It gratified his craving for the theatric now to lead the girl out before so many curious eyes.

For himself, he knew that he commanded attention, and as he noted the lines of this young Juno he could find nothing in her that needed betterment.

Allie's suit was the latest, smartest thing in riding habits, and it set off her magnificent figure as nothing else could.

Systematic exercise and hard work, like the final touch of a skilled sculptor, had given it beauty and refinement; harmony and proportion had destroyed the impression of unusual size.
How deep was her bosom, how smooth and flowing were her curves, how superbly tall she was! As a thing of flesh and blood, she made these other women look like females of an insignificant race.
It thrilled him pleasantly to observe the confidence with which she swung herself into the saddle and the instant mastery she exercised over her restless mount.