CHAPTER II.
THE ALLY "Ah, my dear, there you are! I was just wondering if I would come over and see you." Violet Campion reined in her horse with a suddenness that made him chafe indignantly, and leaned from the saddle to greet Olga, who had just turned in at the Priory gates.
Olga was bicycling.

She sprang from her machine, and reached up an impetuous hand, as regardless of the trampling animal as its rider.
"Pluto is in a tiresome mood to-day," remarked his mistress.

"I know he won't be satisfied till he has had a good beating.

Perhaps you will go on up to the house while I give him a lesson." "Oh, don't beat him!" Olga pleaded.

"He's only fresh." "No, he isn't.