He'd learned in the past few months that telling a girl what to wear--even one the size of a golf club--was a bad idea. Histrionics often followed.

She pouted prettily, and he wondered if that was one of the things they taught wealthy young girls at schools like Miss Porter's. If not, it had been passed down from one generation to another as carefully as the secret of fire.

Child give me your hand so that I may walk in the light of your faith in me.

It's not all bad for the guys. They get to dance with the girls.

I didn't think I'd be able to out-throw girls that have been doing it longer.

Few girls are as well shaped as a good horse.