And I'm growing up--they say....

But-- Oh, if I could ride Wildfire against the field in that race....

If I ONLY COULD!" She was on fire with the hope, flushing, tingling.

She was unconscious of her effect upon the rider, who gazed at her with a new-born light in his eyes.
"You can ride him.

I reckon I'd like to see that race just as much as Bostil or Cordts or any man....