VII. THE CHECK-REIN STORY
Pony Rollo clattered gayly
Through the farmyard gate,
Oh! such news! such news for Dobbin!
Scarcely could he wait.
When at last the barn was fastened
And they were alone,
Pony Rollo told his story
In most joyful tone.
"Oh! this morning as I trotted
I could plainly hear
What they said,—my little lady
And her mother dear.
"They were talking of the check-rein,
And at last they said:
'Pony Rollo need not wear it!'
Then I tossed my head,
"And I shook my mane and whinnied.
'Why, he understands!'
Said my little lady, laughing.
Then with her own hands