But you ought to bang her tail.
She'd look much smarter." Then catching her wondering look, he thought suddenly: 'I don't know--anything she likes!' And he took a long sniff of the stable air.

"Horses are ripping, aren't they?
My Dad..." he stopped.
"Yes ?" said Holly.
An impulse to unbosom himself almost overcame him--but not quite.

"Oh! I don't know he's often gone a mucker over them.

I'm jolly keen on them too--riding and hunting.

I like racing awfully, as well; I should like to be a gentleman rider." And oblivious of the fact that he had but one more day in town, with two engagements, he plumped out: "I say, if I hire a gee to-morrow, will you come a ride in Richmond Park ?" Holly clasped her hands.
"Oh yes! I simply love riding.