Barry was half out of breath with running, but he kept up with the other two, and in a moment more Hannibal halted, proudly arching his neck, and treading daintily upon the grass, right in front of the regiment.
"I declare," exclaimed Colonel Dunway, "the old fellow has come to review the troops."
"So has Prue," said one of the officers.
Barry hardly knew whether to laugh or to cry, but the soldiers suddenly broke out in a grand "hurrah."
They were cheering Prue and her war-horse, and Colonel Dunway himself was compelled to let the "three children" stay and keep the place Hannibal chose for them at the head of the regiment.
There was plenty of apples for Nibble that day.
SEA-BREEZES.
LETTER No. 2 FROM BESSIE MAYNARD TO HER DOLL.
Old Orchard Beach, July, 1880.