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One day, however, in February, discovering him absolutely at the head of several lists of horses with figures after them, she wrote off at once with a joyful heart. Of five lists in which the Ambler's name appeared, there was only one in which he was second. George's answer came in the course of a week or so. "What you saw were the weights for the Spring Handicaps.
Ambler's cheerful response. "You have no idea how lovely it will look on you." Miss Lydia went up and took the bonnet out of its wrapping of tissue paper. "No, you must send it back, my love," she said in a resigned voice. "It does not become me to dress as a married woman. It may as well go back, Julia." "But do look in the glass, Aunt Lydia there, let me put it straight for you.
Ambler opened her prayer book and Betty, kneeling upon the ground, heard the low words with her eyes on the distant mountains. Overhead the aspens stirred beneath a passing breeze, and a few withered leaves drifted slowly down. Aunt Lydia wept softly, and the servants broke into a subdued wailing, but Mrs. Ambler's gentle voice did not falter.
Go out and bring him in, and don't please don't talk horrid politics to-night." "I'll not, daughter, on my word, I'll not," declared the Governor, and he wore the warning as a breastplate when he went out to meet his guest. The Major, in his tight black broadcloth, entered, with his blandest smile, and bowed over Mrs. Ambler's hand.
"Loved me!" repeated the old man, quivering in his chair, "I tell you, madam, I would rather have been Peyton Ambler's friend than President of the Confederacy! Do you remember the time he gave me his last keg of brandy and went without for a month?" She nodded, smiling, and the Major, with red eyes and shaking hands, wandered into endless reminiscences of the long friendship.
The little man's chin dropped in sheer surprise. George turned away, and went up to the jockey, but at the sick look on the poor youth's face the angry words died off his tongue. "All right, Tipping; I'm not going to rag you." And with the ghost of a smile he passed into the Ambler's stall.
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