I'm going down the field to meet her." Ulyth regarded Mrs.Arnold with that intense adoration which a girl of fifteen often bestows on a woman older than herself.

She ran now through the wood, hoping she might be in time to catch her idol on the drive and have just a few precious moments with her before she was joined by the others.

There were many things she wanted to pour into her friend's ready ears, but she knew it would be impossible to monopolize her as soon as the rest of the girls knew of her arrival.

She fled as on wings, therefore, and had the supreme satisfaction of being the first in the field.

Mrs.Arnold, young, very fair, graceful, and golden-haired, looked a picture in her blue cycling costume as she leaned her machine against a tree and greeted her enthusiastic admirer.
"Oh, you darling! I've such heaps to tell you!" began Ulyth, clasping her tightly by the arm.