Mare and rider are finely mated.

Dorothy is the most perfect woman, and Dolcy is the most perfect mare.

'The two D's,' we call them.

But Dorothy says we must be careful not to put a--a dash between them," she said with a laugh and a blush.
Then I led Madge into the hall, and she was blithe and happy as if the blessed light of day were in her eyes.

It was in her soul, and that, after all, is where it brings the greatest good.
After that morning, Madge and I frequently walked out when the days were pleasant.