“Do you ride,” he asked, with a hopeful, forward look about his face. “Oh yes, I ride,” I said, trying not to sound excited. I had been riding since Papa put me in the saddle at age 2. Last week, Mama and I just finished the green riding suit with the split skirt and black braid trim. I just needed to find a new hat to match.
“Tomorrow at 11,” he said. And I was already down the trail in my beautiful medium green contrasting with the dark evergreens!