She had squeezed through a hole in the fence between two broken palings, and was trying to pull a little dog through after her; a shaggy Scotch and Skye terrier.
"That was my deah old Fritz," she answered, "and I was probably running away.

I did it every chance I had." "The next time I saw you," he continued, "I was driving along with uncle.

I was standing between his knees, I remember, proud as a peacock because he was letting me hold the reins.

I was just out of kilts, so it was a great honor to be trusted with the lines.

When we passed your grandfather on his horse, he had you up in front of his saddle, and uncle called out, 'Good morning, little Colonel.'" These reminiscences pleased Lloyd.