" asked Sue, as
Bunker Blue got ready to see what Toby would do next.

"Maybe we haven't," replied Bunny. "He doesn't _look_ like a trick
pony."

"But he's terrible nice!" Sue said. "And the way he picked up my
handkerchief was nice, too. Maybe he'll do it again."

"Maybe," said Bunny.

By this time Bunker had loosed the strap by which the pony was fastened
to the post on the dock. Toby shook his head up and down, as well as
sideways, as though showing how glad he was to be free again.

"Now, little pony!" called the fish boy, "let's see if you can really do
this trick."

Bunker, who still held Sue's handkerchief, walked back a little way, and
dropped the bit of white cloth on the dock. Toby looked at it a moment,
as if to make sure what it was, and then he walked over to it, picked
it up as he had done before, and then, to the surprise and delight of
the children, walked with the handkerchief straight to Bunker Blue.

"Oh, he did it! He did it!" cried Sue, clapping her hands. "He _is_ a
trick pony, Bunny!"

"Yes, but didn't he ought to bring the handkerchief to _you_, Sue?"
asked her brother.

"He saw me drop it," explained Bunker, "so he thought it must be mine.
Maybe if you were to drop it, Sue, he would bring it back to you."

"Oh, let me!" she cried.

Bunker gave the little girl her handkerchief, and after Sue had put her
arms around Toby, and patted him on the head, at the same time calling
him pet names, she backed away and dropped her handkerchief where the
Shetland pony could see it on the dock.

For a moment or two Toby did nothing. He stood looking at the white rag
and then he shook his head. But he shook it up and down, and not
sideways, and, seeing this, Sue cried:

"Oh, he's saying that he'll do it! He says he'll bring me the
handkerchief!"

And, whether or not Toby really meant this, or whether it was the way he
always did the trick, I don't know, but, anyhow, he stepped out, walked
over to the handkerchief, pulling the basket cart after him, and then he
picked up the white cloth and walked straight to Sue with it, holding it
out to her in his mouth.

"Oh, he did it!" cried the little girl, clapping her hands. "He brought
the handkerchief to me, Bunny! Now, isn't he a trick pony?"

"Yes," said Bunny, slowly, "I guess he is. I wonder if he'd bring me my
handkerchief?"

"Try him and see," suggested Bunker Blue. "But I thought you wanted to
go for a ride."

"So we do," returned Bunny