omise, and of Georgie's odd manner of exacting it
from her, as she fell asleep that night, and again the next morning; but
gradually it faded from her mind, until, about ten days later, something
occurred to revive the remembrance. Mrs. Joy called to ask two of the
girls to drive with Berry and herself to see the polo play. Gertrude
happened to be out; so Candace fell heir to her share of the invitation.
Mrs. Gray was glad to have her go. She herself did not often visit the
Polo Ground, and she thought Candace would enjoy seeing a match, and
that it would be something pleasant for her to remember.

The Polo Ground is a large enclosure to the south of Spring Street, and
well out of the town. It is shut in by a high paling, built with the
intention of excluding every one who does not pay for the pleasure of
witnessing the game. Nature, however,--that free-handed dame,--has
frustrated this precaution by providing, close to the paling, a little
rocky bluff, or rise of land, not owned by the Polo Association, whose
top commands a clear view over the fence; and on polo days this point of
vantage is usually well filled by on-lookers of an impecunious
description. There was quite a little crowd on the brow of "Deadhead
Hill," as it is called, when Mrs. Joy's carriage turned in at the gates;
and she glanced that way and said, "It is really too bad about that
hill!" in a dissatisfied tone, as if the enjoyment of these
non-subscribers jarred in some way, or interfered with the pleasure for
which she herself was forced to pay a round price.

Inside the gate appeared a large railed enclosure, with a wicket at
either end; and about this carriages full of gay people were drawn up
in rows, two or three abreast. The ponies which were to be used in the
game were being led up and down on the farther side of the ground, where
was a range of out-buildings. Presently a bell rang. There was a little
confusion of unblanketing and mounting, and eight riders armed with long
mallets rode forward. Four wore red caps, and four blue; and the two
colors ranged themselves opposite each other at the wickets. The umpire
tossed a little ball into the middle of the ground, and the game began.

Candace was at first rather inclined to laugh at the riders, who were so
much too tall for their little steeds that in some cases their legs
seemed in danger of hitting the ground; but before long she had become
so interested in the game and the bold riding that sh