She bit her lips to keep in the undignified answer that sprang to them.

Inside her she said it: "Smarty! I shall laugh when he leads you a chase!" She sat down in the grass under a poplar-tree, prepared to enjoy the circus from afar.
There was none.

Ginger having tired of his waywardness, perhaps, or having eaten his fill, quietly allowed himself to be taken.

The young man came riding back on him.

Colina could almost have wept with mortification.
He slipped out of the saddle beside her and stood waiting for her to mount.