"I'd just love to see you on horseback.

Nothing sets a handsome man off so splendidly.

Do you ride ?" "Yes," said Jack, and his eyes were burning on the Angel as if he would fathom the depths of her soul.
"Well," said the Angel winsomely, "I know what I just wish you'd do.
I wish you would let your hair grow a little longer.

Then wear a blue flannel shirt a little open at the throat, a red tie, and a broad-brimmed felt hat, and ride past my house of evenings.

I'm always at home then, and almost always on the veranda, and, oh! but I would like to see you! Will you do that for me ?" It is impossible to describe the art with which the Angel asked the question.