She had seen but little of the natives so far, and she was now to see them at their best.

Then she had never been present at a race, and everything would be new and exciting.
"Well, uncle, what time did you get in ?" she asked, as she stepped out into the veranda to meet him on his return from early parade.

"It was too bad of you and Mr.Hunter running off instead of waiting to chat things over." "I have no doubt you ladies did plenty of that, my dear." "Indeed, we didn't, uncle; you see they had had a very long drive, and Mrs.Hunter insisted on the girls going to bed directly you all went out, and as I could not sit up by myself, I had to go too." "We were in at half past twelve," the Major said.

"I can stand a good deal of smoke, but the club atmosphere was too thick for me." "Everything went off very well yesterday, didn't it ?" she asked.
"Very well, I thought, my dear, thanks to you and the Doctor and Rumzan." "I had very little to do with it," she laughed.
"Well, I don't think you had much to do with the absolute arrangements, Isobel, but I thought you did very well as hostess; it seemed to me that there was a good deal of laughing and fun at your end of the table." "Yes; you see we had the two Miss Hunters and the Doctor there, and Mr.
Gregson, who took me in, turned out a very merry old gentleman." "He would not be pleased if he heard you call him old, Isobel." "Well, of course he is not absolutely old, but being a commissioner, and all that sort of thing, gives one the idea of being old; but there are the others." And they went into the breakfast room.
The first race was set for two o'clock, and at half past one Mrs.
Hunter's carriage, with the four ladies, arrived at the inclosure.

The horses were taken out, and the carriage wheeled into its place, and then Isobel and the two Miss Hunters prepared to enjoy the scene.
It was a very gay one.