"Oh, I forgot.
I must be hurried and worried--and I must sob," she corrected herself.
So she hurried, and every movement she made counted for something accomplished.

She picked up the bridle and shortened her hold upon the lead rope, and discovered that the sorrel had a trick of throwing up his head and backing away from the bit.

She knew how to deal with that habit, however; but in her haste she forgot to look as worried as Muriel had looked, and so appeared to her audience as being merely determined.

She got the bridle on, and then she saddled the sorrel.
And for good measure she picked up the reins, caught the stirrup and went up, pivoting the horse upon his hind feet as though she meant to dash madly off into the distance.

But she only went a couple of rods before she pulled him up sharply and dismounted.
"That didn't take me long, did it ?" she asked.