She wanted a simple little Callot frock which would cost ninety pounds, and Callow Girl was obviously marked out to win it for her.
"Then I shall be a Callot girl," she said gaily, and as neither of her companions enjoyed her witticism she stamped her small foot in vexation.
"Oh, how dull you both are!" she cried.
"Well, you see," Dennis rejoined, "we've had rather a bad day." "So have I," returned Miranda indignantly.

"Yet I keep up my spirits." A look of blank amazement overspread the face of Dennis Brown.

He gazed around as one who should say, "Did you ever see anything so amazing outside the Ark ?" Miranda corrected her remark with a laugh.
"Well, I mean I haven't won as much as I should have if I had backed winners." For she had really mastered the science of the race-course.
She knew how to go racing.

Her husband paid her losses and she kept her winnings.
Harold Jupp took her seriously by the arm.
"You ought to go into a home, Miranda," he advised.

"You really ought.
That little head was never meant for all this weighty thought." Miranda walked across to the little stone terrace which looks down the course.
"Don't be foolish, Harold, but go and collect Colonel Luttrell if you can find him, whilst I see my filly win," she said.