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Hoofbeats on the driveway outside the window! Beside the window stood the desk at which Richard was accustomed to work at Judge Gray's dictation. And at the desk on this most alluring of all alluring Indian-summer days in middle November sat a young man with every drop of blood in his vigorous body shouting to him to drop his work and rush out, demanding: "Take me with you!"
For there, walking their horses along the driveway from the distant stables, were three figures on horseback. There was one with sunny hair -- Ruth -- her brown habit the colour of the pretty mare she rode; one with russet-gaitered legs astride of the little Arabian pony called Sheik -- Ted; one, all in dark, beautifully tailored green, with a soft gray hat pulled over masses of dusky hair, her face -- Richard could see her face now as the horses drew nearer -- all gay and eager for the ride -- Roberta.