Then there came the fourth epoch in Pan's life. His father brought him
a saddle. It was far from new, of Mexican make, covered with rawhide,
and had an enormous shiny horn. Pan loved it almost as much as he
loved Curly; and when it was not on the pony it adorned the fence or a
chair, always with Pan astride it, acting like Tex.

The fifth, and surely the greatest event in Pan's rapidly developing
career, though he did not know it then, was when his mother took him
over to see his baby, Lucy Blake. It appeared that the parents in both
homesteads playfully called her "Pan's baby." That did not displease
Pan, but it made him singularly shy. So it was long before his mother
could get him to make the acquaintance of his protegee.

Pan's first sight of Lucy was when she crawled over the floor to get to
him. How vastly different she really was from the picture he recalled
of a moving bundle wrapped in a towel! She was quite big and very
wonderful. She was dressed in a little white dress. Her feet and legs
were chubby. She had tiny pink hands. Her face was like a wild rose
dotted with two violets for eyes. And her hair was spun gold.
Marvelous as were all these things they were as nothing to the light of
her smile. Pan's shyness vanished, and he sat on the floor to play
with her. He produced little chips and pebbles, and stones, with which
he played roundup. Lucy grew most gratifyingly interested in Pan's
game, but she made it hard for him to play it, and also embarrassing,
by clinging with most tenacious and unshakable grip to his finger.

Every Sunday that summer the Smiths visited at the homestead of the
Blakes. They became fast friends. Bill and Jim discussed the cattle
business. The mothers sewed and talked hopefully of the future. Pan
never missed one of these Sunday visits, and the time came when he rode
over on his own account. Lucy was the most satisfactory cowgirl in all
the world. She did not object to his being Tex. She tried her best to
call him Tex. And she crawled after him and toddled after him with
unfailing worship. The grown folks looked on and smiled.

Meanwhile the weeks and months passed, the number of homesteaders
increased, more and more cattle dotted the range. When winter came
some of the homesteaders, including Pan and his mother, moved into
Littleton to send their children to school.

Pan's first teacher was Emma Jones. He liked her immediately which was
when she cal