“I believe it is!” Polly whispered back.
David nodded eagerly.
“Dear me, how that light bobs up and down!” Polly complained. “I hope it will be bright when they get here.”
“Let’s stand in the shadow!” David pulled her under a broad maple tree.
On came the hoofs, nearer, nearer. The light suddenly flared.
“Oh, goody!” exulted Polly.
“It is Lone Star!” whispered David.
The familiar horse appeared in the flickering circle of light. Behind him the form of a man and a woman were barely discernible—then utter darkness! Lone Star trotted by the discomfited two, and was gone. The light did not come back. The children clutched each other in silent disappointment. Polly was the first to find words.
“Wasn’t that just mean?”
David laughed—a grim little laugh.