. The little Colonel . CHAPTER I. T was one of the prettiest places inall Kentucky where the LittleColonel stood that morning. Shewas reaching up on tiptoes, hereager little face pressed closeagainst the iron bars of the great en-trance gate that led to a fine old estateknown as Locust. A ragged little Scotch and Skye ter-rier stood on its hind feet beside her,thrusting his inquisitive nose betweenthe bars, and wagging his tasselled tailin lively approval of the scene beforethem. They were looking down a long ave-nue that stretched for nearly a quarter. Ube OUttle Colonel of a mile between row
. The little Colonel . CHAPTER I. T was one of the prettiest places inall Kentucky where the LittleColonel stood that morning. Shewas reaching up on tiptoes, hereager little face pressed closeagainst the iron bars of the great en-trance gate that led to a fine old estateknown as Locust. A ragged little Scotch and Skye ter-rier stood on its hind feet beside her,thrusting his inquisitive nose betweenthe bars, and wagging his tasselled tailin lively approval of the scene beforethem. They were looking down a long ave-nue that stretched for nearly a quarter. Ube OUttle Colonel of a mile between rows of stately oldlocust-trees. At the far end they could see thewhite pillars of a large stone housegleaming through the Virginia creeperthat nearly covered it. But they couldnot see the old Colonel in his big chairon the porch behind the cool screen ofvines. At that very moment he had caughtthe rattle of wheels along the road, andhad picked up his field-glass to see whowas passing. It was only a colouredman jogging along in the heat and dustwith a cart full of chicken-coops. TheColonel watched him drive up a lanethat led to the back of the new hotelthat had just been opened in this quietcountry place. Then his glance fell onthe two small strangers coming throughhis gate down the avenue toward was the friskiest dog he had ever Xittle Colonel seen in his life. The other was a childhe judged to be about five years old. Her shoes were covered with dust,and her white sunbonnet had slipped offand was hanging over her bunch of wild
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