unny and Sue also," promised Bunker
Blue.

"Good-bye!" called Mr. Tallman for the second time, and now he really
started away by himself. Once more Toby seemed to bow his head up and
down.

"Good-bye!" answered Bunny.

"I hope you find your red-and-yellow box," added Sue.

"And all your money in it," went on her brother.

"Oh, it wasn't exactly money in the box that was taken from me," said
Mr. Tallman. "The papers could be sold for money if I had them. But
they're gone!"

"If we find them, when we're riding around with Toby, we'll save 'em for
you," promised Bunny.

"All right," answered Mr. Tallman with a laugh. "I hope you do find
them, but I'm afraid you won't."

While Bunker went to wash himself, in readiness for taking Bunny and Sue
for a ride, having first tied the pony's strap to a post on the dock,
Bunny and Sue sat in the basket cart, looking at their new pet.

"Oh, look! There's a fly on him!" suddenly exclaimed Sue. "Shall I shoo
it off with my handkerchief, Bunny?"

"Maybe Toby can knock it off himself," replied Bunny.

And, surely enough, while the children watched, Toby gave his tail a
flicker and a twist, and the fly, which had been biting him, flew away.

"Isn't he cute?" cried Sue.

"Yes," said Bunny. "And his tail is so long that he can switch flies
'most anywhere on him."

"His tail won't reach up to his front legs," said Sue, leaning over the
edge of the cart to look and make sure. "How does he get the flies off
his front legs, Bunny, when he can't reach 'em with his tail?"

"I don't know," answered the little boy.

"Let's get out and watch," suggested Sue. "Daddy isn't here yet, and
Bunker can't take us for a ride till daddy comes. Let's get out and see
how Toby makes the flies get off his front legs."

"Oh, yes, let's!" agreed Bunny.

Out of the basket cart climbed the two children. They walked around
where they could stand in front of Toby, and stooped down so they could
see his legs better.

"There's a fly!" suddenly exclaimed Bunny.

"Where?" asked Sue eagerly.

"Right on his--his elbow," Bunny answered, pointing to the middle part
of Toby's leg, where it bent. "There's a fly right on his elbow."

"'Tisn't his elbow," said Sue. "That isn't!"

"What is it then?"

"It's his--his knee!"

"Well, it would be his elbow if his front legs were arms," insisted
Bunny. "And, anyhow, there's a fly!"

Surely enough, there was a fly on Toby's leg, and it was out of reach of