Dark and lustrous were her eyes; black, luxuriant
and lustrous was her hair; dark, rich and lustrous her radiant beauty.
In contour her face was well nigh faultless. It might have been called
beautiful indeed but for the lips, or something about the mouth, that in
repose had not a soft or winsome line, but then it was never apparently
in repose. Smiles, sunshine, animation, rippling laughter, flashing,
even, white teeth--these were what one noted when in talk with Miss
Flower. There was something actually radiant, almost dazzling, about her
face. Her figure, though _petite_, was exquisite, and women marked with
keen appreciation, if not envy, the style and finish of her varied and
various gowns. Six trunks, said Bill Hay's boss teamster, had been
trundled over the range from Rawlins, not to mention a box containing
her little ladyship's beautiful English side-saddle, Melton bridle and
other equine impedimenta. Did Miss Flower like to ride? She adored it,
and Bill Hay had a bay half thoroughbred that could discount the major's
mare 'cross country. All Frayne was out to see her start for her first
ride with Beverly Field, and all Frayne reluctantly agreed that sweet
Essie Dade could never sit a horse over ditch or hurdle with the superb
grace and unconcern displayed by the daring, dashing girl who had so
suddenly become the centre of garrison interest.
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