“By George, that is so,” said her uncle, rousing. “We must have a look at the old girl. Come, kids.”
Just then the breeze brought them the bugle notes.
“Too bad!” said the aid.
“Oh, confound it, there’s taps!” said the colonel, tears of vexation in her eyes. “You’ll have to go without me.”
And before they realized it, she had said her good-nights and gone upstairs.
“H’m!” said her uncle, reflectively.
“She was probably tired and sleepy,” said Mrs. Eyre, gently.
“She'll be out at that stable at five to-morrow,” said the aid.
And, sure enough, Colonel Jerry appeared at the nine-o'clock breakfast the next day radiant from three hours spent in the great horse's stable.
“Well, colonel,” said her uncle, coming in late, “what do you think of The Lady?”