"Star is going to have his hands full, I can see," he remarked, restraining Essex Maid's longing for a gallop.
"Why, grandpa?"
"To hold his own against that dog."
Jewel looked thoughtful. "I suppose it wouldn't be any use to try to teach Star to dance, would it?" she asked.
"Oh, yes. Ponies learn to dance. We shall have to go to a circus and let you see one; but how should you like it every time Star heard a band or a hand-organ to have him get up on his hind legs and begin?"
Jewel laughed and patted her pony's glossy neck. "I guess I like Star best the way he is," she replied, "but grandpa, did you ever hear of such a darling dog?"
"I confess I never did," admitted the broker.
"I should think there was some trick Star could learn," said Jewel musingly.
"Why, of course there is. Tell Zeke you wish to teach Star to shake hands. He'll help you."