Then Graydon made him prance, curvet, and trot, Madge looking on with parted lips, and eyes glowing with delicious anticipation.

If a close observer had been present he might have seen that the rider, with his fine easy grace and mastery, was, after all, the chief attraction.
She walked back to the house, thinking, "I'll have some bright hours before the skies grow gray.

Oh, kindly fate! prosper Mr.Arnault here and in Wall Street, too, for all I care." "Oh, Mr.Muir, teach me to ride," said Miss Wildmere, when he joined her in the deserted parlor.

"You have such a superb horse! and you sat on him as if you were a part of him." "I will teach you with pleasure," said Graydon.

"Nothing would give me more enjoyment, for I am very fond of riding, and we could explore the mountain roads far and near." "Can I ride your horse ?" "That was not my horse.