rting off, and he switched his long tail.

"Isn't his tail beautiful?" exclaimed Sue.

"Awful nice," agreed Bunny. "I guess no flies 'd better get on Toby, or
they'll wish they hadn't when he switches 'em off!"

"Get along, Toby!" called Mr. Tallman to the little creature. "You are
going to give Bunny and Sue their first ride. We could take you in the
pony cart if you'd like it," he said to Mr. Brown. "Toby can easily pull
all four of us, as the road is smooth and down hill."

"No," said Mr. Brown. "I have to stop at two or three places on my way
to the dock. Besides, it seems too much for one little pony to pull two
men and two children."

"Oh, Toby is strong!" replied Mr. Tallman. "He has often pulled heavier
loads than that."

"Well, thank you, I'll not get in," again said Mr. Brown. "Ride along,
Bunny and Sue, and wait for me at the dock. Then you and Bunker may have
a good time."

Off started Toby, drawing Mr. Tallman, Bunny and Sue. The children
looked with eager eyes at their new pony, whose little feet went
"clap-clap!" on the hard road. And Toby went quite fast, too, trotting
so rapidly that his feet seemed to "twinkle," as Sue said.

"Oh, I just love a pony!" said Sue, as she sat beside Bunny. "I just
love Toby!"

"So do I!" agreed her brother. "We're going to keep him for ever and
ever!"

But neither Bunny nor Sue knew what was shortly going to happen to
Toby.

CHAPTER VIII

SUE'S HANDKERCHIEF

"Well, well! What's all this?" cried Bunker Blue, as he saw Bunny and
Sue sitting in the pony cart, being driven along the dock by Mr.
Tallman. "What's all this?"

"We got a pony!" said Sue.

"And he's all ours! To keep for ever! Daddy bought him from Mr.
Tallman," added Bunny.

"And daddy says you're going to show us how to drive him and hitch him
up and all like that," went on Sue.

"Oh, I'll like that!" exclaimed Bunker Blue. He had been painting a
small boat, but he wiped the paint off his hands and came over to pat
Toby.

"Isn't he nice?" asked Bunny.

"Very nice, indeed," answered Bunker Blue. "Well, I think taking you
children for a ride on such a fine day as this will be more fun than
painting boats. Am I to start off with the children at once?" he asked
Mr. Tallman.

"No, I believe Mr. Brown wants you to wait for him," answered the man
who had sold the pony. "I'll get out now, as I need to hurry back home.
I'll leave the pony with you."

"I'll take good care of him, and B