ter drove away in the basket cart. "Whatever happens,
if you decide to sell Toby, come to me first."

"I will," Mr. Tallman promised, and then he drove along on another road,
where the little horse would not see the big auto and be frightened
again.

"Oh, dear!" sighed Sue, as she and Bunny walked back to the ark. "I did
love that pony so!"

"I did, too," added Bunny. "Don't you s'pose we can ever get him,
Daddy?"

"Well, I don't know," answered Mr. Brown. "If we can't buy that Toby
pony, though, perhaps we can find another."

"Really?" cried Sue.

"Will you truly buy us another?" asked Bunny.

"If we can find one as nice as Toby," promised Mr. Brown.

Bunny and Sue sighed again.

"What's the matter?" asked their father.

"There won't ever be another pony as nice as Toby," said the little
girl.

"Never!" added Bunny.

"But he ran away," said Mr. Brown, not wishing the two children to fall
too deeply in love with a pet they could not have. "I might find another
pony that wouldn't do such a thing."

"He didn't run away very _much_," stated Bunny. "And that was only
'cause he thought our auto was a circus wagon. We could keep the auto in
the barn, and then Toby wouldn't be skeered."

"Yes, we might do that," said Mr. Brown, smiling. "But I'm afraid Toby
isn't for sale. We'll have to look for another pony."

"And will you?" asked Sue.

"Yes; I'll ask about one when we get to East Milford," her father
promised. "There aren't any Shetland ponies for sale in Bellemere; that
I know. Maybe we can find one in East Milford."

Bunny, his sister, his father and Bunker Blue walked back to the ark.
Getting in, once more they set off, and then, without anything much
happening, they rode to East Milford. The big auto was left at a garage
to be fixed, and then Mr. Brown said:

"Well, now we will go and get something to eat, for it is dinner time,
and too far to wait until we get back home."

"And after that shall we go and look for a pony?" asked Bunny.

"Yes, after that I'll see if I can find a Shetland pony for you," his
father promised.

They ate their lunch in a restaurant, and before coming out Sue said:

"Ask the man if he knows where we can get a pony, Daddy!"

"What man, Sue?"

"The man in the restaurant. The man that brought us such nice things to
eat."

"Oh, you mean the waiter! Well, I will," said Mr. Brown with a smile.

And, as he paid the bill, the fish dealer did ask the waiter if he knew