And on this particular March evening he had been waiting long and impatiently.
Suddenly he shouted: "Horo, mamma! Horo!" He had caught sight of the little black pony away up at the church hill, and had become so wildly excited that he was now standing on the top bar frantically waving his Scotch bonnet by the tails.

Down the slope came the pony on the gallop, for she knew well that soon Lambert would have her saddle off, and that her nose would be deep into bran mash within five minutes more.

But her rider sat her firmly and brought her down to a gentle trot by the time the gate was reached.
"Horo, mamma!" shouted Hughie, clambering down to open the gate.
"Well, my darling! have you been a good boy all afternoon ?" "Huh-huh! Guess who's come back from the shanties!" "I'm sure I can't guess.

Who is it ?" It was a very bright and very sweet face, with large, serious, gray-brown eyes that looked down on the little boy.
"Guess, mamma!" "Why, who can it be?
Big Mack ?" "No!" Hughie danced delightedly.

"Try again.