“Heaven forbid!” ejaculated Mrs. Hollister with a funny little smile.  “One is enough.”

“Is that intended for a compliment?” laughed the girl.  “If so it’s a doubtful one.”

During the month of May, Harvey would invite her to go horseback riding up to Van Cortlandt Park.  They had to make it Saturdays, as that was Ethel’s only free day.  They usually started early.  On the country roads the apple and peach blossoms were like pictures.  To the girl they brought back the previous spring at Aunt Susan’s, and especially the morning when she had revealed to Ethel the sad story of her married life.  On one of these excursions the girl related it to Harvey.

“By George!” he ejaculated when she had finished, “that old lady is a sport and no mistake.  She’s all right.  I imagined she was made of different stuff from other women, and do you know I sort of suspected that she hadn’t all the money that your mother thought she had.  She was too refined and showed good blood.  Had she been so wealthy, from her dressing people might have taken her for a miser, and gentle folks are seldom misers.  I thought that it was necessity that caused her to wear those old-fashioned clothes, so I argued that though Mrs. Hollister imagined her wealthy and that you were in a line to inherit her money there was a great mistake somewhere.  But pshaw! as for that every mother is ambitious for her daughter.  Why, my mother left no stone unturned until she had married Edith to Lord Ashurst, and I must admit that I was easily led by my mother.  Why, I’ve been out for a rich wife ever since I left school; but, Ethel, I’ve changed.  Now I propose to pay my bills with the money I earn, not with hers; nor shall I allow her to buy what she wears.”

“Does your mother realize how you feel?” asked Ethel, pushing her fair, curling locks from her eyes.

“Bless you, yes.  She and I had one long talk, and after it I tell you there was something doing in the Bigelow family; but Nannie who has lots of horse sense sided with me, and together we were too many for mother.  She saw that it was up to her to make the best of it and she did, but like your mother she still cherishes her ambitions.  Nan said to her: 

“’You have one daughter who has done the grand marriage stunt and she’s some class.  Do let us choose for ourselves.”

“What did your mother say to that?” laughed Ethel.

“I think she boxed Nannie’s ears and then apologized.  She loses her self-control sometimes.  Poor mother,” and Harvey laughed.  “Nannie has some temper, too, and don’t you make any mistake.”

Ethel was beginning to have a real friendly feeling for Harvey.  He asked many questions about her cousin Kate.

“She rings true,” he said.  “I liked her from the first.”

“She is true,” replied Ethel.  “You’ll see her this summer, and I’m sure you’ll like Uncle John and his wife.  He’s just a dear.”