There stood a little pony.
He had a glossy brown coat and a white star on his forehead.
"Oh! oh!" cried Boy Blue. "Is this pony for me?"
"Yes, my boy, it is for your very own."
"What a beautiful pony! What is his name, Papa?"
"I do not know his name."
"You must name him yourself."
"'Star' would be a good name,—or I might call him 'Brownie.'