THE EXPEDITION TO LURAY Toward eleven o'clock one morning, the Colonel, Radnor and I were established in lounging chairs in the shade of a big catalpa tree on the lawn.

It was a warm day, and Rad and I were just back from a tramp to the upper pasture--a full mile from the house.

We were addressing ourselves with considerable zest to the frosted glasses that Solomon had just placed on the table, when we became aware of the sound of galloping hoofs, and a moment later Polly Mathers and her sorrel mare, Tiger Lilly, appeared at the end of the sunflecked lane.

An Irish setter romped at her side, and the three of them made a picture.

The horse's shining coat, the dog's silky hair and Polly's own red gold curls were almost of a color.