“That is exactly whose it is,” Miss Betty told her. “Your father has sent it to you for a birthday gift.”
“But my birthday is past and gone.”
“That is true. He couldn’t get what he wanted at once, so he had to wait, and so your present has just arrived.”
Adele rushed forward and clasped the pony’s neck. “Oh, you dear beautiful thing,” she cried. “I love you. Oh, Jessie, isn’t he a beauty?”
Jessie could but agree that he certainly was.
“And can I drive him myself?” asked Adele eagerly.
“When you learn how,” she was told.
“I can drive,” declared Jessie. “I often drive when I am out with mother.”
“Your father says he is very gentle,” remarked Miss Eloise to Adele.
“Then couldn’t we try him now?” begged Adele.