She, fortunately, is fickle in her hobbies, and rides one but a short time before she tires of it and casts it aside.

What would we do on these journeys without her ?" laughed Grace.
"Yes.

Our Emma is a joy and a delight," nodded Anne.
After a brisk ride at a steady gallop, the Overlanders jogged into the one street that Bisbee's Corners possessed shortly after nine o'clock that evening, all thoroughly tired but happy, with Hindenburg sound asleep in the saddle bag.
The streets, they saw, were thronged with men, mostly lumberjacks, some singing, others shouting, and here and there a pair of them engaged in fist battles.
"Must have been paid off," observed Tom Gray.

"We are getting near the Big Woods, folks." "I should say we are," replied Grace, taking in the scene with keen interest.

"I hear a fiddle.