“What!” The colonel was on her feet; “she’s not here!”
“Yes. Came with us to-day. She’s entered for the Towerton Cup.”
The colonel’s pale little face was flushed with excitement.
“You don’t mean The Lady, Uncle Bob? Not the horse that has taken all those prizes? Here on this post?”
“That’s the very one, colonel,” said the major; “we put her in the Ralston stable.”
“The Lady!” said the colonel, dazedly. “The Lady! To think I shall see that horse!”
“Aunts and uncles are nothing to horses,” said Mrs. Fitzgerald.
“Well,” said the colonel, “you know every one has aunts and uncles.” The aid grew crimson again. “But this is the only racer that I know. And you’ve put her in the Ralston stable?”
“For quiet,” her uncle said. “It excites her to be in a stable with other horses.”
“And one thing more, colonel,” said her father, firmly; “which you may as well understand right now. You’re not ever, under any circumstances, to mount that horse.”