mes. He has the
habit of doing it like that. So you children take a turn. Here is more
sugar for him."

Bunny took a lump, and put it in the measure. Then he hid it under the
bushel basket, and, surely enough, Toby went over to it again, took the
measure out from under and dropped it into the oat bin. Then Bunny gave
him the second lump of sugar.

Toby did the trick for Sue, as well as for Mrs. Brown, and then the
children's mother said:

"Well, now I am sure Toby has earned his oats."

"Yes, now we'll give him some," agreed Mr. Tallman, and the little horse
seemed to like them very much.

"Did he do this trick in the circus?" asked Bunny.

"No, I taught him this after that time," answered Mr. Tallman. "In the
circus, though, Toby used to stand on his hind legs with a lot of other
ponies in a ring, and a monkey used to ride around on his back. We
haven't any monkey now, so we can't do that trick."

"Mr. Winkler has a monkey!" exclaimed Bunny. "His name is Wango--the
monkey's name is, I mean. Maybe we could get him to ride on Toby's
back."

"Not unless the monkey is taught to do it," replied Mr. Tallman. "I
guess we hadn't better try that just yet."

"No, indeed!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown.

"Wango is always getting into mischief, too. I don't want him around."

"But could you make Toby stand on his hind legs?" asked Sue.

"I think so," answered the visitor. And when the pony had finished his
oats Mr. Tallman stood in front of him, and, holding out a broom handle,
as the ring-master in a circus holds out his whip, called:

"Up, Toby! Up!"

Then, to the surprise and delight of Bunny and Sue, Toby rose on his
hind legs, and pranced around the barn floor, almost as well as Splash,
the dog, could stand on his hind legs.

"Oh, that's three tricks he can do!" cried Bunny. "Our pony can do three
tricks! He can stand on his hind legs, he can open his oat box, and he
can bring back a handkerchief."

"And he can let a monkey ride on his back," added Mr. Tallman. "But we
won't do that trick now."

Bunny and Sue rather wished they could see Wango riding on Toby's back,
but they knew, as well as did their mother, that Mr. Winkler's pet
sometimes did mischievous as well as funny tricks. Perhaps it was better
not to have him ride Toby.

"Well, I'm glad you like my pony, or, rather, the pony that used to be
mine," said Mr. Tallman, as he was leaving. "If you are kind and good to
him, as I know you will be, perhaps you