"Don't you want to ride?" asked Chester.
"No! I'll fall! O!"
Chester laughed, and took him off, kissing his tanned cheek, before he set him upon the turf.
"I want to ride!" cried Lizzie.
"Do you?" laughed her brother. He threw her up so suddenly that she found herself in a position rather more becoming to boys than girls. The children shouted while she hastily shifted sidewise on the saddle, and Chester put her foot in the stirrup-strap.
"I want to ride, too!" cried Georgie, clinging to his brother's legs.
"Well, we'll see if the pony will carry double. Hold him tight by the bridle, Sam."
Sam liked no better fun. He held the horse while Chester put up George behind Lizzie. The animal curled back his ears, but did not seem to mind it much.
George was so delighted with his position, that Willie, who had abdicated his seat voluntarily, now began to cry with envy.
"Do you want to ride now?" said Chester. "Hold fast to Georgie, then."