But Jean was wholly concerned with the problem which confronted Muriel.

It was a shame, she thought, to expect a girl,--and when she had reached that far she straightway put the thought into speech, as was her habit.
"It's a shame to expect that girl to do something she doesn't know how to do," she said suddenly to Robert Grant Burns.

"Work at something else, why don't you, and let me take her somewhere and show her how?
It's simple--" "Get up and show her now," snapped Burns, with some sarcasm and a good deal of exasperation.

"You seem determined to get into the foreground somehow; get up and go through that scene and show us how a girl gets a saddle on a horse." Jean sat still for ten seconds and deliberated while she looked from him to the horse.

Again she made a picture that drove its elusive quality of individuality straight to the professional soul of Robert Grant Burns.
"I will if you'll let me do it the right way," she said, just when he was thinking she would not answer him.