his tail, long as that was.

"How'll he get the fly off?" asked Sue.

"Let's watch and see," suggested Bunny.

They did not have long to wait. Pretty soon the fly began to bite, as
flies always do when they get on horses or ponies. But the fly did not
bite very long, for Toby stretched his leg out a little way in front of
him, where he could reach it more easily, and then he leaned down his
head and with his nose drove the fly away.

"Oh, look!" cried Bunny. "He's scratching the itchy place with his
nose!"

And that is just what Toby was doing. When he found that his tail would
not reach the biting fly he drove the insect off another way.

Then, while Bunny and Sue still watched, a third fly, or perhaps it was
the same one, lighted on Toby's front leg in a place where he could
neither reach it with his tail nor with his nose.

"What'll he do now?" asked Sue.

"Let's watch and see," said her brother.

Again they did not have long to wait. When Toby found that the fly was
biting him, he gave a queer wiggle to his skin, and the fly flew off.

"Oh, he shivered him away!" cried Sue. "He just shivered him away!"

And really it did seem as if Toby had done that very thing. Bunny and
Sue were laughing at the queer way their pony had got rid of the fly
when they saw their father coming along the dock.

"Well, youngsters!" called Mr. Brown, "you haven't sold Toby yet, I
see!"

"And we're not going to!" cried Bunny. "We're never going to sell Toby!"

"All right," said Mr. Brown, laughing. "But where is Bunker?"

"He's washing so he can take us for a ride," answered Sue. "And, Daddy!
you ought to see Toby chase flies!"

"Does he run after them?" asked her father, smiling.

"Oh, Daddy! Of _course_ not!" cried Sue. "But when a fly gets on the
back part of our pony he switches his tail and knocks him off."

"And when a fly gets on his front leg he scratches it off with his
nose."

"What?" cried Mr. Brown. "Does Toby scratch his leg off?"

"No! The _fly_!" said Bunny, laughing at the funny way his father spoke.
"He brushes the fly off, and then he scratches the itchy place with his
nose."

"My! he's quite a pony!"

"And when a fly gets on the back part of his front leg, how do you
s'pose he gets the fly off then, Daddy?" asked Sue.

"Does he ask you to drive the fly off for him?" Mr. Brown wanted to
know.

"Oh, Daddy! Course not! Toby can't talk!" Sue said. "But he just shivers
his leg and the fly goes