While Theodora and Ellen, who had accompanied us to the village, were entertaining Mrs.Kennard indoors, the old Squire and Addison and I smuggled the colt into the little stable and put her in the same stall where Sylph had once stood.

When all was ready, Mr.
Kennard went in and said: "Louise, Sylph's got back! Come out to the stable!" Wonderingly Mrs.Kennard followed him out to the stable.

For a moment she gazed, astonished; then, of course, she guessed the ruse.

"Oh, but it isn't Sylph!" she cried.

"It isn't half so pretty!" And out came her pocket handkerchief again.
The old Squire took her gently by the hand.