He went on with his remarks, and from time to time the people interrupted with laughter; but it was only a meaningless sound in Angelica’s ears. The words “Reggie’s mare” had come like a blow in the face. She had forgotten about that. Her knees grew weak and a lump swelled in her throat. It was true, of course, but for the time being it had passed out of her mind. And now that Lady Washington had won the five-foot-six class and was so much admired, probably Jim could not afford to buy her back. It was doubtful if Mr. Haughton would sell her at any price. Presently she was aroused by a remark addressed directly to her. “I think that’s a good idea,” said Reggie. “Don’t you?” She nodded; but she did not know what the idea was, and she did not trust her voice to ask. “Only,” he continued, turning to Palfrey, “it isn’t my mare any more; it’s Miss Stanton’s. Put that in, Palfrey.” Angelica’s mouth opened in wonderment and her heart stood still. She looked about the table blankly. “It’s so,” said Reggie; “she’s yours.” “But I can’t take her,” she said falteringly. “She’s too valuable. Can I, Jim?” “But Jim’s bought her,” said Reggie, hurriedly. Angelica’s eyes settled on her brother’s face; he said nothing, but began to smile; Reggie was kicking him under the table. “Yes,” said Reggie; “when I saw you ride Lady Washington, that settled it with me. I’m too proud to stand being beaten by a girl; so I made Jim buy her back and promise to give her to you.” “Do you mean it?” said Angelica. “Is Lady Washington really mine?” “Yes,” he said. She dropped her hands in her lap and sighed wearily. “It doesn’t seem possible,” she murmured. She paused and seemed to be running over the situation in her mind. Presently she spoke as if unaware that the others were listening. “I knew it would happen, though,” she said. “I knew it. I reckon I prayed enough.” She smiled as a great thrill of happiness ran through her, and glancing up, saw that all the rest were smiling, too. “I’m so happy,” she said apologetically. Then she bethought herself, and furtively reached down and tapped the frame of her chair with her knuckles. “Well, here’s the toast,” said Mr. Palfrey, rising. “To the lady and Lady Washington.” And they all rose and drank it standing. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ MY HUSBAND’S BOOK[7] By James Matthew Barrie Footnote 7: From _Two of Them_. Copyright, 1893, by the United States Book Co.