THE "THREE CHILDREN."—Drawn by Kelly.
Mrs. Dunway was not frightened any more than Prue, for she said to herself, "Too old, indeed! Well, they're more like three children, when they're together, than anything else. I'm glad he is fat. He won't go too fast for Prue."
He was in the road now, and he seemed disposed to keep Barry from again getting hold of that halter.
"Oh dear," said Barry, "the parade-ground's down there."
Hannibal knew that, by the music, and he was almost trotting now.
In fact, he was looking younger and younger, somehow, every minute, and Barry felt more and more as if he ought to have hold of the halter, instead of merely running along-side and shouting to Prue.
The regiment was drawn up on the great bare field where the review was to be that afternoon, and they looked splendidly.
Colonel Dunway was saying so, as he sat in front of them, on his handsome black colt, and a number of other officers who were riding with him said the same, and so did the ladies who were keeping them company.
Just then the bugle sounded again, from the head of the column, and Prue had to hold on hard, for Hannibal suddenly began to canter, and he answered the music with a loud, clear whinny of delight.