Is he handsome ?" "Who?
Reginald?
Of course he is handsome." "I want to see him dreadfully! Have you his picture?
Won't you show it me ?" There was a slender gold chain round Kate's neck, which she wore night and day.

A locket was attached, and her hand pressed it now, but she did not take it out.
"Some other time, my pet," she said, kissing Rose.

"Come, let us go for a ride." Rose was an accomplished horsewoman, and never looked so well as in a side-saddle.

She owned a spirited black mare, which she called Regina, and she had ridden out every day with Doctor Frank while that gentleman was in St.Croix.Kate rode well, too.

A fleet-footed little pony, named Arab, had been trained for her use, and the sisters galloped over the country together daily.
Eeny and Grace, both mortally afraid of horse-flesh, never rode.
Between music, books, and riding, the three days' interval passed pleasantly enough.
Rose was an inveterate novel reader, and the hours Kate spent shut up with that unfathomable mystery, Mr.Richards, her younger sister passed absorbed in the last new novel.
They had visitors too--the Ponsonbys, the Landrys, the Le Favres, and everybody of note in the neighbourhood called.