A trip of twelve miles is not a trifle every day in the week,"
remarked Eleanor.
"I'll ride a horse to Oak Creek myself. I'll not stand this awful place
another day!" declared Barbara.
"You can't ride a horse without its owner's permission."
"Besides," added Eleanor as an afterthought occurred to her, "you only
have your new traveling suit and the little light summer frock here.
The trunks are going back to Oak Creek to-day, you said, and your
riding habit is in one of them."
Barbara made no reply to this statement and Eleanor drew on her
stockings and then sought for her shoes which she had playfully aimed
at Anne Stewart the night previous. One was found by the bureau and the
other was seen under the window. She ran over to pick up the one by the
window.
"Oh, Bob! Come here quick!"
"What is it?" cried Barbara, hastily running over to join her sister.
"My! The sun has just touched those snow-covered peaks! I never saw
anything so dazzlingly beautiful!" sighed Eleanor, lost in
contemplation of the sight.
Barbara also stood watching the sun-beams glancing over the towering
peaks, and then she said apologetically:
"I never said the _scenery_ wasn't wonderful. It is! But one cannot
thrive on mountains, or associate with views."
"Still, it goes a long way towards creating environment, while the
atmosphere and friendships are up to the individual," retorted Eleanor.
"Oh, well, you have the knack of making friends with any one, but I am
more reserved and ideal in nature, so I simply cannot accommodate
myself to such people and places as this!"
"No, but you can accommodate yourself to some empty-headed society
youth who hangs over your hotel-piazza chair and tells foolish fibs to
feed your vanity!" scorned Eleanor.
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