He saw that Madge's horse was saddled carefully, meanwhile admiring the beautiful equipment that Graydon had ordered.
He also insured that Graydon had a good mount.
When at last the young man tapped at Madge's door she came out looking most beautiful in her close-fitting habit and low beaver, with its drooping feather.

Mary followed her, protesting and half crying, and Mr.Muir looked very grave.
"Madge," said Graydon, earnestly, "I should never forgive myself if any harm came to you.

That horse is not fit for you to ride." "Good people, see here," said Madge, turning upon them; "I am not a reckless child, nor am I making a rash experiment.

Even if I did not fear broken bones, do you think I would give you needless anxiety?
Graydon has kindly obtained for me a fine horse, and I must make a beginning to show you and him that I can ride.

If Mr.and Mrs.Wayland were here they would laugh at you.