right away! What do you think of that?"

"Well, I think your pony is smarter than we knew," said Mr. Brown.
"Think of shivering off flies!"

"And sometimes he stamps his feet and shakes them off," added Bunny.
"That's another way. How many does that make, Sue? How many ways can
Toby drive off the flies?"

Bunny and Sue counted up on their fingers, Bunny saying:

"He can switch 'em off with his tail, he can scratch 'em off with his
nose, he can stamp 'em off and he can shiver 'em off!"

"Four ways," said Sue, who was keeping track on her chubby fingers.

"My! Toby is a regular trick pony!" said Mr. Brown. "Well, here comes
Bunker, and I guess he's ready to take you for a ride."

The boat and fish boy had cleaned off some of the paint that had
splattered on him, and now, with freshly washed hands and face, and with
his hair nicely combed, he was ready to take charge of Bunny and Sue.

"Please, could we drive a little?" asked Bunny.

"I want to hold the reins," added Sue.

"I guess it will be all right," said Mr. Brown. "When you get on a quiet
road, Bunker, show the children how to drive, and let them take the
reins."

"Oh, won't that be fun!" cried Sue.

"Lots of fun!" echoed Bunny.

Bunker had to go to the end of the dock to tell another boy something
about a boat that had been taken out by a fishing party, and Bunny and
Sue waited for their friend to come back before getting into the pony
cart.

"'Member how we used to go out in the boats, Bunny?" asked Sue.

"Course I 'member. But I don't want to go out now. I'd rather go for a
ride with our Shetland pony."

"Oh, so'd I," went on Sue. "I was just 'memberin'. Maybe some day we
could take Toby for a ride on a boat."

"Maybe," agreed Bunny. "He wouldn't have to jiggle any flies off his
skin then, if we had him in a boat."

"But maybe he wouldn't like a boat," went on Sue. "He might kick and
fall overboard. Then we wouldn't have any pony."

"That's so," Bunny agreed. "Lessen we fished him out."

"We couldn't!" said Sue. "I don't guess we'd better take him out in a
boat."

"Maybe not," agreed Bunny. "Course, maybe daddy or Bunker Blue could
fish him out, but I guess we won't take him. I wish Bunker would hurry
up and come back so we could go for a ride. Let's go and see where he
is."

The two children, leaving Toby hitched to the cart and tied by a strap
to a post, walked a little way down to look for Bunker. They saw him
coming, and the fish a