Oh, I'm a holy terror when I get started!" This tacit promise of continued acquaintance gave Saxon a little joy-thrill.
"Say," he said, as they neared her neighborhood, "what are you doin' next Sunday ?" "Nothing.

No plans at all." "Well, suppose you an' me go buggy-riding all day out in the hills ?" She did not answer immediately, and for the moment she was seeing the nightmare vision of her last buggy-ride; of her fear and her leap from the buggy; and of the long miles and the stumbling through the darkness in thin-soled shoes that bruised her feet on every rock.

And then it came to her with a great swell of joy that this man beside her was not such a man.
"I love horses," she said.

"I almost love them better than I do dancing, only I don't know anything about them.

My father rode a great roan war-horse.