Now I have no idea of giving you a favor. You have
done nothing worthy of it. When you have won the Victoria Cross,
and distinguished yourself by some extraordinarily gallant action,
it will be quite time to think about it."
"You see one has to send one's color in four days beforehand, in
time for them to print it on the card," the lad said; "and besides,
one has to get a jacket and cap made."
"But you don't reflect that it is quite possible your pony won't
win after all, and supposing that I had colors, I certainly should
not like to see them come in last in the race. Mr. Richards has
been asking me just the same thing, and, of course, I gave him the
same answer. I can only give you the advice I gave him."
"What was that, Miss Hannay?" Wilson asked eagerly.
"Well, you see, it is not very long since either of you left school,
so I should think the best thing for you to wear are your school
colors, whatever they were."
And with a merry laugh at his look of discomfiture, Isobel turned
away and joined Mrs. Doolan and two or three other ladies who were
sitting with her.
"There is one comfort," Mrs. Doolan was just saying, "in this
country, when there is anything coming off, there is no occasion
to be anxious as to the weather; one knows that it will be hot,
fine, and dusty. One can wear one's gayest dress without fear.
In Ireland one never knew whether one wanted muslin or waterproof
until the morning came, and even then one could not calculate with
any certainty how it would be by twelve o'clock.
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