"It is a very pretty drive," she explained, turning to Sam as the machine wheeled, and at the same time waving her hand gaily to the disconsolate Hollis, who was "hard hit" with a different girl every season.

"It's just about a two-hour trip.
What a fine morning to be out!" and she settled back comfortably as the machine gathered speed.

"I do love a machine, but father is rather backward about them.

He will consent to ride in them under necessity, but he won't buy one.

Every time he sees a handsome pair of horses, however, he has to have them." "I admire a good horse myself," returned Sam.
"Do you ride ?" she asked him.
"Oh, I have suffered a few times on horseback," he confessed; "but you ought to see my kid brother ride.