I want to show Hero his new home." Tired of sitting still so long on the cars, Betty was glad to join in the race over the smooth lawn and green meadows.

Out in the pasture, Tarbaby waited by the bars.

The grapevine swing in the mulberry-tree, every nook and corner where the guests of the house party had romped and played the summer before, seemed to hold a special greeting for them, and every foot of ground in old Locust seemed dearer for their long absence.
The next morning, when Tarbaby was led around for Lloyd to take her usual ride, both girls gave a cry of delight, for another pony followed close at his heels.

It was the one that had been kept for Betty's use during the house party.
"It is Lad!" called the Little Colonel, excitedly.

"Oh, Papa Jack! Is he goin' to stay heah all the time ?" "Yes, he belongs here now," answered Mr.Sherman.