Though she was
physically less languid, the sea air had neither succeeded in putting
any more flesh on what the Manager called her "lean flanks," nor had it
made her look much more cheerful. He had the sense to let her take her
place as _equestrienne_ once more, and had announced her reappearance
in flaming posters.
The stablemen and helpers were all delighted to see her again, and in
token of their satisfaction presented her with a hideous and unwieldy
bouquet, in which all colours were arranged together so as to give the
effect of a kaleidoscope. They liked her for her sweet temper and
invariable courtesy, and respected her for her knowledge of horses.
Estelle came and embraced her and was voluble over the failings of her
"_bon ami_," the sardonic manager.
Arithelli received a hearty round of applause as she rode into the ring
on her favourite "Don Juan," whose wavy tail and mane were decorated
with turquoise ribbons that matched her habit.
At least she was happy on horseback, and she loved the animals and they
her.
Even the performing sheep and monkey, and the toothless lion came in
for a share in her affections.
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