“How like Amy!” said Mrs. Eyre. “You don’t remember poor dear mamma, do you, Geraldine?”
“I was two,” said the colonel. The aid choked.
“Yes—yes—of course!” said Mrs. Eyre. “And she has had no training, has she, Jim? Do you know, darling, that where aunty and cousin Rose live they would think you were a very funny little girl if they heard you talk that way?”
“What way, dad?” said the colonel, quickly.
“And to hear you say what you said this afternoon,” pursued her aunt, calmly.
“To your horse, she means,” supplemented her father, smiling down at her.
“But that horse can act like the Old Harry,” said the colonel, musingly.
“Speaking of horses,” her uncle said, a little hurriedly, “you’ve never seen mine, have you?”
She gave him an eager smile. “No, sir. You know I’ve never been East. But I’ve read about her. I’m very much interested in that horse.”
“Well, after dinner, suppose you and I have a look at her?”