''Tlwse Who Ride Straight'' 



lived was only a short half-mile away. Norman 

 looked at me. I nodded, and he went out to 

 order his old broken down thoroughbred put to 

 the cart. 



In front of Trotter's house his big black mare 

 stood patiently, saddled and bridled, rubbing the 

 crest of her head against a tree. The door was 

 open. 



When Trotter heard us drive up, he came to 

 the door and stood there a moment silhouetted 

 against the bright light within. He was in riding 

 clothes and was either about to go out when we 

 arrived, or had just come in. He seemed glad to 

 see us, in fact we had never seen him gayer. 



Trotter could make himself tremendously 

 amusing when he chose. I think he was particu- 

 larly fond of us three, we had known Alice so well. 



He rattled on about nothing, his eyes bright, 

 his cheeks a high color. Once without apparent 

 reason he suddenly stopped, got up — went out 

 into the hall and stood listening. When he 

 returned he offered no explanation, and I hesi- 

 tated asking any. 



Alice had a beautiful voice, not trained, you 

 know, but a nice, low-speaking voice, very tuneful 

 and pure when she sang. 



Often I have heard her in the early morning as 

 she cantered along under my mndow, while I was 

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