"Do you mean to sketch the place where we stopped yesterday?"
"Oh no—I'm going in quite another direction. I can't exactly explain where it is, because I've such a bad memory for names of roads, and all that. But I can find it."
Miss Cordelia Miner looked up from the magazine she was reading.
"You're not going to ride alone with Mr. Brinsley, are you?" she asked suddenly.
"Why not?" asked Fanny. "I don't see any reason why I shouldn't. It's safer than riding alone, isn't it?"
"I confess, I don't like the idea," said Miss Cordelia. "It looks as though there were something."
"Something of what kind?" Fanny watched Lawrence's face.
"Something—well—not really an engagement—but—"
"Well—why shouldn't I be engaged to Mr. Brinsley, if I like?" enquired the young girl, arching her brows.
"Why, Fanny! I'm surprised!" And, indeed,
