STROUT AND MAXWELL'S GROCERY


The next morning, after breakfast, Quincy asked his wife and Maude to
accompany him to Mrs. Hawkins' barn.

"I wish I had my saddle horse here," said Alice.

"So do I," added Maude. "I did think of bringing him."

Alice laughed, "Do you know, Maude, sometimes you say the most
ridiculous things? How could you bring a horse with you?"

"Easy enough--on a cattle car. Besides, I could have ridden down here
if Quincy hadn't been in such a hurry."

"Alone?"

"No, with Bobby. What better protector can a woman have than a good
horse? I shall never remain in danger long if my heels or my horse's
will get me away from it."

"Maude, you're a strange girl," said Alice. Then she put her arm
about her and added--"but one of the best girls in the world."

By this time they had reached the barn. Two stalls were occupied.
Quincy pointed to two side-saddles hanging on the wall.

"As I knew you were both good horse-women, I had these sent up with
your riding habits from Eastborough Centre yesterday. I am going to