I don't insist on anything, but warn you that I shall follow my eyes, and consult a very wilful little will of my own." "Will your wilful will permit you to accept of a horse that I am going after in the morning?
Dr.Sommers told me about him, and I had proposed to make him a peace-offering." Madge clapped her hands with the delight of a child.
"Oh, Graydon, that's splendid of you! I've been sighing, 'My kingdom for a horse,' ever since I came here.

But he's no peace-offering.

I forgave you when I saw your headlong plunge into the lake.

You went into it like a man, while I flopped in so awkwardly that all said I had fallen overboard." "Shake hands, then." She sprang up and joined hands with him in frank and cordial grasp, saying, "It's all right now, and Mary and Henry will understand us as well as we do ourselves." "One condition: you will let me ride with you ?" "When you are disengaged, yes," was her arch reply, "and I'll prove that on horseback I can be as good a comrade as a man." "Well, if something I've dreamt of is true I never saw such acting," thought Henry Muir.

Then he said, quietly, "Madge, how did you find the child so surely and quickly ?" "That accounts for my awkwardness somewhat," she replied, laughing.
("How happy she looks!" he thought.) "I never took my eyes from the spot where I had last seen the child sink, and I had to do everything as if my head was in a vise.