Chapter 1 AT THE STABLES
　　'We've been here a week and I've been bored every single minute!' said George.
　　'You haven't,' said Anne. 'You've enjoyed all the rides we've had, and you know you've enjoyedmessing about the stables when we haven't been out riding.'
　　'I tell you, I've been bored every single minute,' said George, quite fiercely. 'I ought to know, oughtn'tI? That awful girl Henrietta too. Why do we have to put up with her?'
　　'Oh - Henry!' said Anne, with a laugh. 'I should have thought you'd find a lot in common with anothergirl like yourself, who would rather be a boy, and tries to act like one!'
　　The two girls were lying by a haystack eating sandwiches. Round them in a field were many horses,most of which the girls either rode or looked after. Some way off was an old rambling¹ building, andby the front entrance was a great board.
　　Captain Johnson's Riding School
　　Anne and George had been staying there for a week, while Julian and Dick had gone to camp withother boys from their school. It had been Anne's idea. She was fond of horses, and had heard so muchfrom her friends at school what fun it was to spend day after day at the stables, that she had made upher mind to go herself.
　　George hadn't wanted to come. She was sulky because the two boys had gone off somewhere withouther and Anne, for a change. Gone to camp! George would have liked that, but girls were not allowedto go camping with the boys from Julian's school, of course. It was a camp just for the boys alone.
　　'You're silly to keep feeling cross because you couldn't go camping too,' said Anne. 'The boys don'twant us girls round them all the time. We couldn't do the things they do.'
　　George thought differently. 'I can do anything that Dick and Julian do,' she said. 'I can climb, andbike for miles, can walk as far as they can, I can swim, I can beat a whole lot of boys at most things.'
　　'That's what Henry says!' said Anne, with a laugh. 'Look, there she is, striding about as usual, handsin her jodhpur pockets, whistling like the stable boy!'
　　George scowled³. Anne had been very much amused to see how Henrietta and George hated oneanother at sight - and yet both had so very much the same ideas. George's real name 2was Georgina, but she would only answer to George. Henry's real name was Henrietta, but she wouldonly answer to Henry, or Harry⁴ to her very best friends!
　　She was about as old as George, and her hair was short too, but it wasn't curly. 'It's a pity yours iscurly,' she said to George, pityingly. 'It looks so girlish, doesn't it?'

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