He insisted, however, that he was perfectly well, but admitted that his errands had proved to be more vexatious than he had expected.
"What kind of a time have you been having ?" he asked as they went upstairs together.
"Oh, the finest in the world! I'm sure I've learned a lot to-day--a great many things I never dreamed about before." "Horses ?" "I never knew before that there was anything to know about horses; but Mrs.Owen knows all about them.

And that team we drove behind is wonderful; they move together perfectly and go like lightning when you want them to." "Well, I'm glad you've enjoyed yourself.

You'd better put on your white dress,--you brought one, didn't you?
There will be company at dinner." "Don't you scare that child about company, Andrew," said Mrs.Owen, coming up behind them with the linen duster flung over her arm.

"If you haven't any white dress, Sylvia, that blue one's perfectly good and proper." She followed Sylvia to her room, continuing to reassure her.

She even shook out the gown, exclaiming, "Well, well" (Sylvia didn't know why), and went out abruptly, instructing Sylvia to ring for the maid if she needed help.
There were three other guests for dinner, and they were unlike any other people that Sylvia had known.