"I'm a beginner. Turn off!"
He lashed his horse and cut down a side street.
"What a narrow escape," I sighed. "How glad I am I happened to think
of that."
I looked up pleasantly at Ted. He was biting his lips and he looked
raging.
"You are the most hopeless girl I ever saw!" he burst out. "I wish you
didn't own a wheel."
"I don't," I said. "The wheel owns me."
"You haven't the manners of--"
"Stockings," I said, looking straight ahead. "Silk stockings with
polka dots embroidered on them, No. 10."
Ted looked sheepish.
"I ride so well," I proceeded. "I sit up so straight and look so
nice."
No answer.
"Gloves," I went on, still without looking at him. "White and pearl
ones for evening, and russet gloves for the street, No. 8."
"Oh, quit, won't you? I'm sorry I said that. But if you only knew how
you mortify me."
"Cheer up, Tedcastle. I am going away, you know. And when I come back
you will either have got over caring so much or I will be more of a
lady."
"I'm sorry you are going," said my brother. "But as you are going,
perhaps you will let me use your rooms while you are gone.
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