She was not going to ride Dragonfly, but just sit in his manger and talk to him.
She slipped on some flat shoes which would make no sound as she crept out of the house, not that there was anyone likely to hear her.
She did not bother to arrange her hair. She just left it hanging in golden waves over her shoulders.
When she was ready to go, she opened the door of her bedroom very quietly.
She knew that she need not be afraid that she might wake her father. He slept very heavily, sometimes snoring a little.
When she had been obliged to wake him, she had to shake his shoulders before he opened his eyes.
All the same, as she was doing something unusual, she went very quietly down the stairs.
She opened the door that led into the garden and as she did so there was an instant scent of flo
