Also the horses were to be sent to Silverside soon, and she wanted to use them as much as possible while the Park was at its loveliest.
She, therefore, galloped conscientiously every morning, sometimes with Nina, but usually alone.

And every afternoon she and Nina drove there, drinking the freshness of the young year--the most beautiful year of her life, she told herself, in all the exquisite maturity of her adolescence.
So she rode on, straight before her, head high, the sun striking face and firm, white throat; and in her heart laughed spring eternal, whose voiceless melody parted her lips.
Breezes blowing from beds of iris quickened her breath with their perfume; she saw the tufted lilacs sway in the wind, and the streamers of mauve-tinted wistaria swinging, all a-glisten with golden bees; she saw a crimson cardinal winging through the foliage, and amorous tanagers flashing like scarlet flames athwart the pines.
From rock and bridge and mouldy archway tender tendrils of living green fluttered, brushing her cheeks.

Beneath the thickets the under-wood world was very busy, where squirrels squatted or prowled and cunning fox-sparrows avoided the starlings and blackbirds; and the big cinnamon-tinted, speckle-breasted thrashers scuffled among last year's leaves or, balanced on some leafy spray, carolled ecstatically of this earthly paradise.
It was near Eighty-sixth Street that a girl, splendidly mounted, saluted her, and wheeling, joined her--a blond, cool-skinned, rosy-tinted, smoothly groomed girl, almost too perfectly seated, almost too flawless and supple in the perfect symmetry of face and figure.
"Upon my word," she said gaily, "you are certainly spring incarnate, Miss Erroll--the living embodiment of all this!" She swung her riding-crop in a circle and laughed, showing her perfect teeth.

"But where is that faithful attendant cavalier of yours this morning?
Is he so grossly material that he prefers Wall Street, as does my good lord and master ?" "Do you mean Gerald ?" asked Eileen innocently, "or Captain Selwyn ?" "Oh, either," returned Rosamund airily; "a girl should have something masculine to talk to on a morning like this.

Failing that she should have some pleasant memories of indiscretions past and others to come, D.V.; at least one little souvenir to repent--smilingly.