Then she called a laughing good-bye to all of us at once, and showed us how to ride right, as she flashed toward the Little Hill.

That was riding, you may believe, and mother sighed as she watched her.
"If I were a girl again," she said, "I would ride as well as that, or I'd never mount a horse." "She's been trained from her cradle, and her father deals in horses.
Half the battle in riding is a thoroughbred," said Laddie.

"No such horse as that ever stepped these roads before." "And no such girl ever travelled them," said my mother, folding her hands one over the other on top of a post of the hitching rack.

"I must say I don't know how this is coming out, and it troubles me." "Why, what's up ?" asked Laddie, covering her hands with his and looking her in the eyes.
"Just this," said my mother.

"She's more beautiful of face and form than God ought to allow any woman to be, in mercy to the men who will be forced to meet her.