If you'll transfer the offer to me, we'll go after lunch.

By George, there's the bell!" "Thanks!" she murmured, and she rose with her slow grace.

"I'd better get into an appropriate costume.

Mr.Howard, what will you bet me that it does not rain before we start.

But you never bet, you tell me!" "Not unless I am sure of winning, Miss Falconer," he said, significantly.
She looked after Stafford as he rode away to the stable.
"Nor I," she retorted, with a smile.