The young couple settled within a couple of miles of McArthur's
homestead, and as each anniversary of Rosalind's ride came round, it was
a familiar sight to see old McArthur standing up amongst the great
gathering of friends to praise the brave girl who jeopardised her life
that moonlight night to save the lives and property of those dearest to
her.
[Sidenote: Mittie's love of self might have led on to a tragedy. Happily
the issue was of quite another kind.]
Which of the Two?
BY
AGNES GIBERNE
"It's going to be a glorious day--just glorious! Joan, we must do
something--not sit moping indoors from morning till night!"
Mittie never did sit indoors from morning till night; but this was a
figure of speech.
"I'm all alive to be off--I don't care where. Oh, do think of a plan!
It's the sort of weather that makes one frantic to be away--to have
something happen. Don't you feel so?"
She looked longingly through the bow-window, across the small, neat
lawn, divided by low shrubs from a quiet road, not far beyond which lay
the river. The sisters were at breakfast together in the morning-room,
which was bathed in an early flood of sunshine.
Three years before this date they had been left orphaned and destitute,
and had come to their grandmother's home--a comfortable and charming
little country house, and, in their circumstances, a very haven of
refuge, but, still, a trifle dull for two young girls.
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