"I should say that ye would n't be makin' no mistake. I 'll be glad, sir, to see Master Bobby with a horse of his own. He's gettin' too heavy for Toddles."
"Very well. I 'll do it. You may have Blue Gypsy saddled immediately after luncheon and I will ride over to Shannon Farms and close the deal."
At two o'clock Blue Gypsy stood pawing impatiently before the library door with Peter soothingly patting her neck. Mr. Carter paused on the steps to survey her shining coat with the complaisant approval of ownership.
"Pretty good animal, is n't she, Peter?"
"She is that," said Peter, heartily. "You'd search a long time before"
His sentence broke down in the middle as his eye wandered to the stretch of lawn beyond the hedge. Patrick was visible hurrying toward them, a white envelope waving in his hand, plainly bent on gaining the hole in the hedge and Mr. Carter's side before that gentleman's
