"It's lunch
time," he said. "Perhaps you are hungry again!"
They came out upon the piazza and sat down. And then suddenly they
heard a clatter of hoofs and looked up. "Hello!" exclaimed the host.
"Here's Glad!"
A horse was coming up the road at a lively pace. The rider was seated
a-straddle, and so Samuel was slow to realize that it was a woman. It
was only when he saw her wave her hand and call to them that he was
sure.
She reined up her horse, and a groom who followed her took the rein,
and she stepped off upon the piazza and stood looking at them. She was
young and of extraordinary beauty. She was breathing fast, and her
hair was blown about her forehead, and the glow of health was in her
cheeks; and Samuel thought that she was the most beautiful object that
he had ever beheld in all his life. He stared transfixed; he had never
dreamed that anything so wonderful could exist in the world. He
realized in a sudden glow of excitement what it was that confronted
him. She was the female of this higher species; she was the superior
and triumphant woman.
"Hello, Bertie!" she said.
"Hello!" the other replied, and then added. "This is my cousin, Miss
Wygant. Glad, this is Samuel Prescott."
The girl made a slight acknowledgment, and stared at Samuel with a
look in which curiosity and hauteur were equally mingled. She was a
brunette with dark hair, and an almost Oriental richness of coloring.
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