So the vet whispered,
"I'll leave it to you, Miss, because it's to a good ome."
Then Baby turned her back, and gave him some out of her sixpenny purse.
And she christened the pony Puck, and led him away by the string.
And a little further on the Junior Subaltern's mother was trollying a little go-cart about with the King in his crown in it, to try to sell it, because she said her son didn't care for it any more.
And the King, now he'd had his ride, said, nor did he, and got down, and, after taking off his crown very courteously, bustled off to join in pinching the Queen's calf; which was rather depressing for the Junior Subaltern's mother after all her trouble.
But Baby came up with Puck, and kissed her to comfort her; and after that she bought the little go-cart out of her penny purse, which comforted the old lady still more.
Then Baby harnessed Puck to the go-cart, and tied him by his string to the wall, while she ran and got Tiny away from the Queen's calf.
And they went round the pens together, and chose out some things, and some servants.
And there were about four things, and three servants.