Normally Lisa was upset when it was three o’clock on Friday because on the summer schedule it meant that the week of riding was over and it was time for the weekend with no classes. Today she was sorry that the classes were finished, but she was really sorry that Mrs. Reg would be back in two hours and there was still no sign of her pin. The beautiful solid-gold, diamond-eyed horse was lost forever. It was hard for Lisa to tell what upset her about it the most—the fact that she was responsible, the fact that the pin was valuable, or the fact that the pin had been a very special present to Mrs. Reg from her husband, who had died a long time ago. She’d thought about little else but the pin for days, and she hadn’t been able to answer that question. What it came down to was that the pin was gone, and Mrs. Reg was going to be very sad, angry, and upset. Maybe there would even be some kind of punishment—like banning Lisa and her friends from riding at Pine Hollow. If that happened, Lisa couldn’t blame Mrs.
