Willie closed his eyes for sheer joy at the thought. Would ever such good luck come his way?
“Oh! I wonder could I?” he gasped.
“’Course you could!” said Doris. “I can ride ole Brownie when she walks slow.”
“Sometimes Mamma lets me ride on the baker’s cart up to the Spit Junction, but it’s only very seldom,” he added with a sigh, “and I have to walk back.”
“Our horses are better’n the baker’s,” said Doris.
“Oh, lots!” said Eva; “an’ you’d soon learn to ride on ole Brownie.”
“Oh, dear! do ask Mamma to let me go. Let’s beg and beg and beg, all of us,” pleaded Willie.
“All right, we’ll all ask,” they promised.
After that he haunted them like a shadow.
“Ask yet?” he would say a dozen times a day.