"There you go now," remonstrated Andy, "like lightning for coupling up things, and never very seemly or respectful to the Almighty, I says! My father was head groom to Lord Walters, and I sat on a horse afore I was in breeches."
Mrs. Keith inspected the pony in silence. Harebell covered him with kisses.
"I am so glad Mr. Graham did not tell me his name. For I shall choose one myself for him. He is my pony and he must have a beautiful name."
When she went to the Rectory the next day her thoughts were full of it. The children had half an hour's interval in the morning, when they generally played in the garden; but it was wet, and Harebell was perfectly content to be in the schoolroom.
"I have to find a name for him, and I shall get it from the Bible," she announced. "It's sure to be a good one, then."
"There are no ponies mentioned in the Bible," said Peter. "I can give you a dozen. 'Soft Eye,' Tommy, Brownie, Silky. Is he a he?"
Harebell nodded.
"I shall choose it from the Revelations," she said, "because that's the book of glories."
She took hold of her Bible, which was in her satchel, and sat down on the floor by the window to study it.
"Let me help you," said Nan.