STEVIE COULDN’T BELIEVE how much she cared about what she was wearing. Usually, she was satisfied with grabbing a pair of jeans up off the closet floor, and throwing on any shirt that happened to be lying around. But now, before going to Phil’s with Lisa for the Hanukkah celebration, she’d spent a full twenty minutes selecting an outfit and another ten minutes deciding exactly what shade of tan panty hose to wear with it. She looked in the mirror to make sure it really was her.

It was. Not only that, but with a light application of mascara and lip gloss, it was a prettier version of her. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She thought she might even look better by candlelight.

“Stevie, you’re beautiful. So, let’s go,” Lisa said. Lisa had watched the entire process. She had even approved the shade of panty hose.

The girls weren’t exactly dressed up, but they looked very nice. Lisa was wearing a wool jumper with a turtle-neck and low-heeled shoes. Stevie ended up wearing a kilt, a pretty white blouse with a red sweater over it, and red shoes.

“I think the red shoes are a nice festive touch,” Stevie said.

“Nice festive touch?” Lisa asked. It wasn’t that she didn’t agree; she just couldn’t believe she’d heard Stevie say it.

“I guess I mean they go well, huh?” Stevie sounded sheepish.

Lisa nodded.

STEVIE’S FATHER DROVE them to Phil’s house. When they arrived, the Marstons invited him to join them for a little holiday cheer. For a few terrible seconds, Stevie was afraid that he was actually going to accept. Fortunately, Mr. Lake had the good sense to go home. Stevie and Lisa went in.

Stevie had already met Phil’s parents, and she introduced Lisa to them. Then they met Phil’s sisters. His older sister, Barbara, was sixteen, and Rachel, his younger sister, was ten.

Then Phil introduced A.J. to Stevie and Lisa. A.J. was Phil’s age, but he was much smaller than Phil. He had bright red hair and a personality to match.

“I’m awfully glad to meet the girl who was able to teach Phil so much about riding this summer,” A.J. said, shaking Stevie’s hand. “He thinks he knows everything. I’ve been telling him he doesn’t, but he never listens to me. But you succeeded! And for that, my lady, I owe you a great debt.” With that, A.J. took Stevie’s hand and pretended to kiss the back of it, just like a seventeenth-century courtier.

Naturally, Stevie curtsied. “But, my lord,” she said, instantly slipping into character, “I make it my job to tell everybody that they don’t know as much as they think they do. I think you’ll be next!”

“Try it and I’ll sic the dragon on you instead of slaying it for you, my lady!” A.J. retorted.

Lisa and Phil laughed.

“Is this going to be a long night?” Lisa asked him.

“Could be,” he agreed. “But I’ve got an idea. Let’s leave these two to talk and go check out the food. Wait’ll you see what my mother’s cooked for us!”

“Food? Did somebody say food?” A.J. asked enthusiastically. “Just follow my nose!”

The four of them went into the dining room, where a tantalizing buffet was spread out on the table.

“Mrs. Marston, this is just great!” A.J. declared. “But what are the rest of you going to have?”

Phil snorted. “Even you couldn’t eat that much.”

“And nobody’s going to eat yet,” Mrs. Marston said. “First we have to light the Hanukkah candles.”

The dining table had a candelabra on it, but that wasn’t for Hanukkah. The Hanukkah candle holder, or menorah, was standing by itself on the sideboard. It had room for nine candles. Eight of them were the same height. One candle, placed in the center of the menorah, was taller than the rest.

The whole family and their guests gathered around the dining room table. Mrs. Marston spoke. “Tonight, since it’s the first night of Hanukkah, we just have one candle, the one farthest to the right, and the tall one, called the shammash. The festival of Hanukkah celebrates a miracle, recalling a time when the besieged Jewish tribe of the Maccabees had only enough oil to light their temple for one night. But the oil lasted for eight nights, showing us how we can rejoice in strength we have that we didn’t know we had. Each night we light one additional candle, remembering the miracle.”

Then Mrs. Marston recited a prayer in Hebrew. Mr. Marston translated it into English. After that, Rachel struck a match and lit the shammash. She used the shammash to light the first candle, put it back in its place, and stood back.

There was a moment of quiet. Stevie looked at the lovely glow of the menorah and its light as it reflected on all of the Marstons and their guests. Then, as if on cue, the Marstons began singing a Hebrew song. Stevie recognized the tune, but not the words. The tune was the same as a hymn she sometimes heard in church. The song the Marstons sang was called “Rock of Ages,” but wasn’t anything like the old Christian hymn of the same name. It was a much brighter and happier song than that one.

“Next stop, the table!” Mrs. Marston announced, showing everybody where to get a plate. She didn’t have to show them where to fill it up. The table was positively overflowing with good things to eat.

“The most traditional Hanukkah food is latkes. We eat fried food at Hanukkah, particularly latkes, because they are cooked in oil,” Phil said. “At Hanukkah, we call them latkes. The rest of the year, they’re known as potato pancakes.”

“But they’re always known as delicious,” A.J. finished, loading his plate with the pancakes.

“Don’t take him too seriously,” Phil said. “Food is A.J.’s favorite subject.”

Lisa thought it would be hard to take anything about A.J. very seriously. He was too funny for that!

They filled up their plates and then took their places at a table Mrs. Marston had set for the four of them near the fireplace.

“There’s something else you should know about Hanukkah,” Phil said as they sat down. He looked a little embarrassed. “It has to do with presents.”

Stevie smiled to herself. She had a feeling she knew what was coming.

“We give gifts on Hanukkah—not big, expensive ones, just little ones,” Phil continued. “Traditionally, it’s something like a child’s top, a dreidel. Anyway, I do have a little present for you, Stevie, but it’s just because you’re my guest. You shouldn’t worry that you don’t have anything for me.” He gave her a small package, wrapped in blue-and-silver paper with little dreidels on it.

“Oh, I’m not worried,” Stevie said. She handed Phil a small package of her own, wrapped with red-and-green paper and topped with a big red bow.

“Isn’t this cute?” A.J. asked, batting his eyes at Lisa.

Lisa grinned. “I think so,” she said. “So, go ahead and open them, guys.”

“You first,” Phil told Stevie.

Stevie looked at the box. She had thought so much about her gift to Phil that it hadn’t occurred to her that Phil would give her something, too. Carefully and slowly, she broke the tape and removed the paper, unwrapping a small brown jeweler’s box. She opened the box. There, lying on the velvet lining, was a small silver horseshoe on a silver chain. It was beautiful. It was perfect. For a moment, Stevie was overwhelmed.

“This isn’t a dreidel!” she managed to say. Suddenly she felt terribly embarrassed about her little present for Phil.

“Well, you can spin it on the chain if you want, but I think you’ll have more fun wearing it,” Phil teased her.

“I think so, too,” Stevie agreed. She took it out of the box and asked Lisa to help her put it on. Phil smiled as he watched her. Stevie made him take her to a mirror so she could see how it looked on her. He stood behind her in the powder room as she admired the necklace.

“Perfect,” he said softly.

“Thank you,” she told him, turning to face him.

Rachel poked her head into the powder room. “Is it time for the dancing yet?” she asked, wrecking the romantic moment. Phil and Stevie drew back self-consciously and smiled at each other.

“Not yet,” Phil told his sister. “We have to finish dinner first.”

“And present opening,” Stevie reminded him.

They returned to the table and Phil opened his gift. Stevie had gotten him a silver tie tack for his riding stock. It had a horse head on it with the horse’s mane blown back by the wind.

“It’s meant to give you good luck at shows,” Stevie said. “Maybe you’ll get lucky enough to beat me one day!”

“I need it, as you know—both the tie tack and the luck. Thanks very much,” Phil said. Since he wasn’t wearing a tie, he pinned it on his collar. Stevie liked the way it looked on him. She knew he was pleased and she was happy about that.

“So, tell us some more about this Moonlight Ride,” A.J. said, changing the subject.

“Starlight,” Stevie corrected him. “It’s the Starlight Ride and, hey, I just thought about something. You guys can probably be a gigantic help to us. Especially you, A.J., if you’re as much of a troublemaker as I think you are—and it takes one to know one! What do you think, Lisa?”

“Absolutely,” Lisa said. “They’re just what the doctor ordered—or should I say banker’s daughter instead of doctor?”

Stevie nodded and grinned wickedly.

“Do you have any idea what they’re talking about?” A.J. asked Phil.

“Nope. But if I recognize the symptoms in Stevie, it has something to do with schemes, right?”

“Of course you’re right. What else puts this gleam in my eyes?”

Phil and A.J. laughed, but they stopped laughing when Stevie told them about Veronica’s plan to keep The Saddle Club out of the Starlight Ride.

“That’s outrageous!” Phil said indignantly.

“But what an opportunity!” A.J. exclaimed.

“My thought exactly,” Stevie concurred. “But just how? That’s the question.”

“How about we beat them at their own game?” A.J. asked. Stevie nodded. That was just what she had in mind. “Tell me,” A.J. continued, “do you know what horses these girls will be riding that night?”

“Probably,” Stevie said. “Max tries to let riders stay with a horse they’re comfortable with. Not all stables feel that way, but Max finds it works at Pine Hollow.”

“So what are the horses they ride?”

Stevie scrunched her eyes and furrowed her brow. “Elaine usually rides the bay named Bluegrass and Diana’s been on the Appaloosa called Chip, for Chippewa.”

“What horses do you usually ride?” A.J. asked.

“I ride Topside, a championship Thoroughbred bay,” Stevie told him. “Lisa rides Pepper, a dappled gray.”

“Hmmmmmmm,” A.J. said thoughtfully. “These are new riders, right? Pretty green?”

“Absolutely,” Lisa assured him. “If they weren’t new at the stable, they’d never go along with this kind of prank just to be Veronica’s flunkies!”

“Think they can tell the difference between two bays or between a dappled gray and an Appaloosa?”

“Oh, my,” Stevie said, getting the drift of A.J.’s idea. “The famous old switcheroo?”

“Precisely,” A.J. said proudly.

“Devious!” Lisa said in sincere admiration.

“But how are we going to protect Carole’s horse, Barq?” Stevie asked. “After all, she’s the main target, because Veronica wants to lead the Starlight Ride. And, most of all, how are we going to keep Veronica out of the ride?”

A.J. scratched his chin thoughtfully. Everybody watched him. “There are ways,” he said. “There are ways. Trust me.”

Lisa and Stevie had the funny feeling that that was exactly what they could do.

“Listen, we’re going to have to get there early,” Phil said. “Is that okay?”

Lisa and Stevie exchanged glances. “We have to get there early anyway,” Stevie said.

AFTER DINNER AND dancing and singing, Phil suggested that the four of them go out to the stable in the Marstons’ backyard and check on the horses. Phil had his own horse, a bay gelding named Teddy. A.J.’s horse, a gray mare named Crystal, was also stabled at the Marstons’.

A.J. led the way, walking with Lisa and talking animatedly. Stevie couldn’t hear what he was saying, but Lisa was laughing hard enough to assure Stevie they wouldn’t miss Stevie and Phil for a few minutes.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had such a wicked friend?” Stevie asked Phil.

“Most of the time, we just keep him in his cell,” Phil explained solemnly. “We let him out on holidays and special occasions that call for his brand of genius. Besides that, I was afraid you might like him better than me.”

“No way,” Stevie said firmly. “He’s nice, of course, but he’s no Phil Marston.”

Phil stopped and turned Stevie toward him. The night was cool and clear. It reminded Stevie of the wonderful, romantic nights at riding camp last summer. Phil looked as if he was thinking the same thing. He looked deep into her eyes and smiled. Then he leaned down toward her—

“Phil! Stevie! Get over here, fast!” A.J. yelled. Stevie and Phil ran across the lawn and into the stable.

“Look!” A.J. cried as Phil and Stevie joined him and Lisa. “Teddy’s gotten cast! We’ve got to help him up!”

Stevie took stock of the situation immediately. She knew that being cast meant that a horse was lying down so that he couldn’t get up. It usually happened in a stall because his legs were trapped against a wall, or because his back was against it so tightly that he couldn’t get enough leverage to roll over and rise.

Teddy was lying on his side with his feet up in the air, wedged against the wall. He was flailing furiously, but his work was only serving to worsen the situation. More than that, he was in danger of hurting himself with sharp kick or hitting his head or face against the wall.

“I’ll get your dad,” A.J. said.

“I think we can do it,” Stevie said. “But go ahead, just in case. Got some rope?” she asked.

Phil, accustomed to Stevie’s quick thinking in emergencies, responded immediately. He handed her several lengths of a thick, strong rope. Without a word, she and Lisa began working together. Phil stayed by Teddy’s head, petted him, and talked to him, trying to keep him calm.

With Phil to soothe him, Teddy instantly ceased his flailing.

“This horse is a good sport,” Lisa said.

“He and I have been through a lot together,” Stevie said, recalling a terrifying ride they’d shared at Moose Hill. “I think we built up a sort of mutual trust.”

She and Lisa looped the rope around the horse’s bottom legs and tied them securely.

“Ready?” Stevie asked. Phil nodded.

Stevie and Lisa backed off and each began tugging gently at the rope. The idea was to give Teddy enough help so that he’d be able to roll over and stand up on his own. Two girls were hardly strong enough to haul the entire weight of a twelve-hundred-pound horse, but they were strong enough to give him some leverage, or so they hoped.

Phil moved away a little so that he wouldn’t distract Teddy or get in his way. He made sure to stand where the horse could see him, though, and cheered him on.

“Atta boy, Teddy!” Phil said. “You can do it!”

Teddy rolled forward a little bit. Lisa and Stevie took the opportunity to help him some more. They pulled gently, constantly increasing the pull, but doing so easily so that they wouldn’t possibly hurt the horse’s legs or hooves.

At last, with a grunt, Teddy swung his legs up into the air and over onto the other side. Lisa and Stevie instantly dropped their ropes and unlooped them as fast as they could. They didn’t want to hobble the horse when he was ready to rise on his own.

Unceremoniously, Teddy shifted his weight again, this time onto his legs. His haunches rose. His rear legs lifted upward. His front legs found their footing and his shoulders lifted upward as well. Teddy was standing!

It took a minute to be sure that he was okay. A horse who had been cast for a long time could have some serious problems, but Teddy seemed completely normal. He looked so normal, in fact, that when Phil’s father arrived in the stable, he put his hands on his hips.

“Is this some kind of a joke?” Mr. Marston asked. “There’s nothing wrong with Teddy at all!”

“Not now, there isn’t,” Phil said. “Thanks to Stevie and Lisa!”

Stevie was pleased that she and Lisa had been able to solve the problem so easily. It more than made up for the fact that Teddy’s trouble had interrupted a moment she’d very much been looking forward to. However, in Stevie’s mind there was no doubt about one thing. Boys were nice, especially Phil. But horses were important!