recognizing
every tree
and
cottage as
they
approached
home, and
now there
was a
general
burst of
joy.
“There’s
John! And
there’s
old Carlo!
And
there’s
Bantam!”
cried the
happy
little
rogues,
clapping
their
hands. At
the end of
a lane
there was
an old
sober-looking
servant in
livery
waiting
for them;
he was
accompanied
by a
superannuated
pointer,
and by the
redoubtable
Bantam, a
little old
rat of a
pony with
a shaggy
mane and
long rusty
tail, who
