"I'm going to
ride around by Keith's place, to see a horse I'm thinking of buying.
Want to go along, Trix? Or are you tired?"
"I'm never tired," averred his sister, readjusting a hat-pin and
gathering up her reins. "I always want to go everywhere that you'll take
me, Dick. Consider that point settled for the summer. Are you coming,
Sir Redmond?"
"I think not, thank you," he said, not quite risen above his rebuff of
the morning. "I told Mary I would be back for lunch."
"I was wiser; I refused even to venture an opinion as to when I should
be back. Well, 'so-long'!"
"You're learning the lingo pretty fast, Trix," Dick chuckled, when they
were well away from Sir Redmond. "Milord almost fell out of the saddle
when you fired that at him. Where did you pick it up?"
"I've heard you say it a dozen times since I came. And I don't care if
he is shocked--I wanted him to be. He needn't be such a perfect bear;
and I know mama and Miss Hayes don't expect him to lunch, without us. He
just did it to be spiteful."
"Jerusalem, Trix! A little while ago you said he was a dear! You
shouldn't snub him, if you want him to be nice to you."
"I don't want him to be nice," flared Beatrice. "I don't care how he
acts. Only, I must say, ill humor doesn't become him. Not that it
matters, however."
"Well, I guess we can get along without him, if he won't honor us with
his company.
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