The people in the box looked aghast. “I’m afraid it wouldn’t do,” said Reggie, seriously. “It’s awfully good of you, but, you see, it wouldn’t look well to put a lady on that horse. Suppose something should happen?” “Good of me!” the girl exclaimed. “I’d love it! I want to ride her again so much!” “Well,” said Reggie, “I’ll have her at the park for you tomorrow morning. You can ride her whenever you like.” A low cry of alarm ran through the Garden, and the conversation in the box hushed. A tandem cart had tipped over, and the wheeler was kicking it to pieces. “I don’t like that sort of thing,” said Mrs. Everett, with a shudder. They finally righted the trap, and the driver limped off to show that he was not hurt. The great crowd seemed to draw a long breath of relief, and the even hum of voices went on again. The judges began to award the ribbons, and Angelica looked down at her program. “Dear me!” she exclaimed. “The saddle class I’m going to ride in is next. I’m afraid I’ll be late. Good-by.” “Good-by,” they all replied. “Don’t you come,” she said to Livingstone. “It’s just a step.” “I must keep my word with Caroline,” he answered, and he took her to her seat. “She’s immense, isn’t she?” he said, as he came back. “I’m glad Reggie didn’t let her ride that brute. She will be killed one of these days.” “She’s going to be a great beauty,” said Mrs. Everett. “She looks like her blessed mother,” said Livingstone. “I was very fond of her mother. I think that if it hadn’t been for Stanton—” “Stop!” interrupted Mrs. Everett. “Your heart-tragedies are too numerous. Besides, if you _had_ married her you wouldn’t be here trying to tell us why you didn’t.” And they all laughed, and cheerfully condemned the judging of the tandem class. * * * * * The negro groom who had come up with the Stanton horses met Angelica as she was going down-stairs into the basement where the stalls were. Jim had not appeared, so Angelica and Caroline had started off alone. “Hilda’s went lame behind, Miss Angie,” the man said. “She must have cast huhself. They ain’t no use to show huh.” Ordinarily this calamity would have disturbed Angelica, but the discovery of Lady Washington was a joy which could not be dimmed. “Have you told my brother?” she asked. “Yes, Miss Angie,” said the man. “He was gwine to tell you.” “I want to see her,” said Angelica, and they went on toward the stall. But what Angelica most wanted was to get among the horses and look for a certain black mare.