“I don’t want a pink silk party dress!” scorned Polly. “I have one already.”
“Ah?” Mr. Westwood looked a bit disconcerted.
“I will buy you a Shetland pony,” he resumed, “the very best one we can find, and you shall take riding-lessons with the boys. I’ll see that you have the choosing of your riding-suit, any color and style you like.”
Polly’s eyes showed mild interest, and her uncle proceeded.
“I saw a pony awhile ago that I think I can get for you. He is high-priced, but I guess he’s worth it. Such a pretty creature! He ate bread and butter and sugar out of my hand.”
“That’s what Lone Star does!” brightened Polly. “Lone Star is Colonel Gresham’s beautiful trotter.”
“I think I’ve heard of him,” observed Mr. Westwood.
“Have you?” Polly cried. “Oh, I wish you could see him! He is the most lovelicious horse!”
Her uncle laughed. “Well, you can have one just as ‘lovelicious’ as he is, a second Lone Star, if you like. Oh, how you will love your pony!”