"You get hockey here," objected Dilys, who generally stood up for Briarcroft institutions.
"Not enough of it," sighed Gipsy. "I like hockey, but it's nothing to a day's riding."
"Did your headmistress ride too?" enquired Lennie.
"Rather! Miss Yorke was Colonial born, and could have sat a kangaroo, I should think! She was a different article from Poppie, I assure you."
"Can't imagine Poppie controlling a fiery steed," giggled the girls.
"I should like to see you on horseback, Gipsy," said Hetty.
"I'd be only too glad to accommodate you, my dear, if you'd provide the gee-gee. I can tell you I'm just yearning for a canter."
"Nothing but a clothes horse here," remarked Dilys facetiously.
"Or the colt in the meadow beyond the hockey field," said Lennie.
"The colt! Of course I'd forgotten the colt!" exclaimed Gipsy rapturously.
"You'd never sit that wild thing! You'd have to ride him bareback. Even your wonderful cleverness can't do everything, I suppose!" said Gladys sarcastically.
"I can ride bareback," returned Gipsy. "It's nearly as easy as with a saddle."
"I'd like to see you catch him first."
"That's perfectly possible—he wears a halter. Do you dare me to do it? How many chocolates will you give me if I do?"
