Her horse was only permitted to walk, and she was taken off as soon as she was weary.

Confidence increased rapidly, and eventually she became fearless and almost tireless.

The beach was like a smooth, hard road-bed, and before the summer was over she thought little of a gallop of ten miles, with the breath of the Pacific fanning her cheek.

When Mr.Wayland drove with his wife up through Mission and Hot Springs canons, or eight miles away to the exquisitely beautiful Bartlett Canon and the fine adjacent ranches, she accompanied them on horseback.

As she flashed along past date-palms, and through lemon and orange groves, she began to appear semi-tropical herself.