50 LADIES ON HORSEBACK. 



tied on one of my own plain black veils of 

 simple spotted net. I could not do away 

 with the frillings, for they were stitched on 

 as though they were never meant to come off ; 

 hut the red how I replaced with a silver 

 arrow, threw away the flowers, removed the 

 whip-tassel, and substituted a pair of my own 

 gloves for the cherished orange kid. Then we 

 set out. 



I wanted to go a quiet way to the park, 

 so as to avoid the streets of the town, but she 

 would not have it. Nothing would do that 

 girl but to go bang through the most crowded 

 parts of the city, the hired hack sHding over 

 the asphalte, and the rider (all unconscious 

 of her danger) bowing delightedly to her 

 acquaintances as she passed along. Poor 

 girl ! that first day out of the riding-school 

 was a gala day for her. 



The nicest gloves for riding are pale cream 

 leather, worked thickly on the backs with 

 black. A few pairs of these will keep you 

 going, for they clean beautifully. A plain 

 riding-whip without a tassel, and a second 

 habit of dark hoUand if you live in the 



