You said I might have a horse, Uncle Ewen, didn't you ?" She turned eagerly to the master of the house.
Dr.Hooper looked at his wife with some embarrassment.

"I want you to have anything you wish for--in reason--my dear Connie; but your aunt is rather exercised about the proprieties." The small dried-up woman behind the tea-urn said sharply: "A girl can't ride alone in Oxford--she'd be talked about at once!" Lady Connie flushed mutinously.
"I could take a groom, Aunt Ellen!" "Well, I don't approve of it," said Mrs.Hooper, in the half plaintive tone of one who must speak although no one listens.

"But of course your uncle must decide." "We'll talk it over, my dear Connie, we'll talk it over," said Dr.
Hooper cheerfully.

"Now wouldn't you like Nora to show you to your room ?" The girls went upstairs together, Nora leading the way.
"It's an awful squash in your room," said Nora abruptly.

"I don't know how you'll manage." "My fault, I suppose, for bringing so many things! But where else could I put them ?" Nora nodded gravely, as though considering the excuse.