He believed in the psychology of clothes. Perhaps if he appeared on the veranda in something to emphasize his personality, something suggesting strength and virility, like tennis flannels, he could regain his hold on his audience. With this thought in mind Wallie opened his capacious closet filled with wearing apparel, and the moment his eyes fell upon his riding breeches he had his inspiration. If "the girl from Wyoming" thought her friend Pinkey was the only person who could ride a horse, he would show her! It took Wallie only so long to order a horse as it required to get the Riding Academy on the telephone. "I want a good-looking mount--something spirited," he instructed the person who answered. "We've just bought some new horses," the voice replied. "I'll send you the pick of them." Wallie hung up the receiver, fairly trembling with eagerness to dress himself and get down on the veranda. He looked well in riding togs--everyone mentioned it--and if he could walk out swinging his crop nonchalantly, well, they would at least _notice_ him! And when he would spring lightly into the saddle and gallop away--he saw it as plainly as if it were happening. Although Wallie actually broke his record he seemed to himself an unconscionable time in dressing, but when he gave himself a final survey in the mirror, he had every reason to feel satisfied with the result. He was correct in every detail and he thought complacently that he could not but contrast favourably with the appearance of that "roughneck" from Montana--or was it Wyoming? "What you taking such a hot day to ride for?" Mrs. Appel called when she caught sight of Wallie. The question jarred on him and he replied coolly: "I had not observed that it was warmer than usual, Mrs. Appel." "It's ninety, with the humidity goodness knows how much!" she retorted. Without seeming to look, Wallie could see that both Miss Spenceley and Pinkey were on the veranda and regarding him with interest. His pose became a little theatrical while he waited for his mount, striking his riding boot smartly with his crop as he stood in full view of them. Everyone was interested when they saw the horse coming, and a few sauntered over to have a look at him, Miss Spenceley and Pinkey among the others. "Is that the horse you always ride, Wallie?" inquired Miss Gaskett. "No; it's a new one I'm going to try out for them," Wallie replied, indifferently. "Wallie, _do_ be careful!" his aunt admonished him. "I don't like you to ride strange horses." Wallie laughed lightly, and as he went down to meet the groom who was now at the foot of the steps with the horses he assured her that there was not the least cause for anxiety. "Why, that's a Western horse!" Miss Spenceley exclaimed. "Isn't that a brand on the shoulder?" "It looks like it," Pinkey answered, ruffing the hair then smoothing it. "Shore it's a brand." He stepped off a pace to look at it.