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crowding, one upon the other, peeping over each other's 

 heads to see the narrow streets that He between? Not 

 I, for one. Give me trees and sky, rivers and fields, and 

 the green country down in Maryland, 'Where the Great 

 Lloyd sets his Hall.' " 



Morgan started. He turned his straight, intelligent 

 face full round and looked at his rider. A smile, quick 

 and magnetic, met his dark, prominent eye. Then a light 

 flooded his horse mind. No wonder he loved this officer ! 

 Had he not won him for Mistress Lloyd so long ago? 

 He remembered all now. From the tip of his tail to his 

 fine, sharp ears he quivered with happiness. Maybe after 

 a life-time of waiting he would see her again ! 



Overhead the sky was cloudless, but suddenly across 

 its face came sweeping into view, over-shadowing the 

 woods for a moment, a dense flock of wild pigeons. The 

 Captain leaned forward and patted Morgan's neck. 



"Just pigeons, old man! Is that why you shivered? 

 Or is there something you want to say?" 



But Morgan could not answer in words, he could only 

 hope and serve. He did wish, however, that Captain 

 Dulaney would not call him "old" ! He had years of 

 usefulness before him yet ! 



'T wish my sweet wife were here now to enjoy this 

 view with us !" 



Morgan repHed with a toss of his head. 

 "But she is coming!" 



Morgan whinneyed, softly, and trembled all over. 

 "God bless her!" went on the Captain, his blue eyes 

 deepening to a light, wholly tender, "She would scarce 

 consent to mv coming up here without her. She argued 

 with me, the witch, that Mistress Washington had passed 

 the winter at Valley Forge, and she did not love her 

 General any more than my wife loved her Captain ! It 

 was a clinching argument, Morgan, my friend, and I had 



