Little Janie had been very ill a long time, and now everybody was very kind to her, very patient. Poor little Janie!
“Well,” said Janie, “I wish I had a pony to ride.”
“All right,” said the big brother, “you shall have him, in just twenty minutes. I will come in just twenty minutes and get you.” And off he went.
In about twenty-two minutes he was back again. First he blindfolded Janie. Then he took her in his arms and carried her away. Then he set her down on—a pony. Then he took off the “blindfold.” And then little Janie laughed. It was indeed a very, very funny pony on which little Janie sat.
Laura Howells.
THE PONY CHARLIE MADE.
A RHYME OF A KITTEN.
MY KITTEN.