My pony is called 'San
Jacinto.' Say! Who is that with you and aunt, Uncle Richard? I mean
_you_;" and he nodded and smiled at Harry.
"That is Harry Hallam--a relation of yours."
"I'm glad of that. Would he like to ride my pony?"
"Yes," answered Harry, promptly.
But Richard declined to make exchanges just there, especially as they
could see Phyllis curiously watching their approach. In another moment
she had given Sam Houston to a negro nurse, flung a sunbonnet on her
head, and was tripping to the gate to meet them.
"O how glad I am, Elizabeth! I knew you the minute I saw the tip of
your hat, Richard! And this is Harry Hallam! Come in, come in; come
with ten thousand welcomes!"
What a merry household it was! What a joyous, plentiful, almost
out-of-doors meal was ready in half an hour! And then, as soon as the
sun set, Phyllis said, "Now, if you are not tired, we will go and
surprise John. He is to speak to-night, and I make a point of listening
to him, in the capitol."
Richard and Elizabeth were pleased with the proposal; but Harry desired
to stay with young Millard. The boys had fraternized at once,--what
good boys do not? especially when there are ponies and rabbits and
puppies and pigeons to exhibit, and talk about.
Phyllis had matured into a very beautiful woman, and Richard was proud
of both his sister and his wife, when he entered the Texas capitol
with them.
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