Helen began to suspect that the girl would welcome any adventure, and Helen knew surely now that Bo was a true Auchincloss.

For three long days Helen had felt a constraint with which heretofore she had been unfamiliar; for the last hours it had been submerged under dread.

But it must be, she concluded, blood like her sister's, pounding at her veins to be set free to race and to burn.
Bo loved action.

She had an eye for beauty, but she was not contemplative.

She was now helping Dale drive the horses and hold them in rather close formation.