She had coaxed her daddy into promising that after lunch she should take Harold riding.

To this end she had made ready early.

She had insisted on putting on the red riding habit which Daddy had given her for her birthday, and now she stood on the top of the steps all glorious in hunting pink, with the habit held over her arms, with the tiny hunting-hoots all shiny underneath.

She had no hat on, and her beautiful hair of golden red shone in its glory.

But even it was almost outshone by the joyous flush on her cheeks as she stood waving the little hand that did not hold Daddy's.