He had not that facility of sympathetically combining his own will and that of his horse which comes to men who from their early boyhood are wont to consider horses as objects quite as necessary to locomotion as shoes and stockings.

But Lawrence Croft was a fair graduate of a riding school, and he went away in very good style to his cottage at the Green Sulphur Springs.

"I believe," he said to himself, as he rode through the woods, "that Miss March expects no more of me than she would expect of any very intimate friend.

I shall feel perfectly free, therefore, to continue my investigations regarding two points: First, is she worth having?
and: Second, will she have me?
And I must be very careful not to get the position of these points reversed." When Miss Roberta went into the store-room, it was Peggy, who, under the supervision of her mistress, measured out the fine white flour for the biscuits for supper.

Peggy was being educated to do these things properly, and she knew exactly how many times the tin scoop must fill itself in the barrel for the ordinary needs of the family.