“How far?” asked Tiny.
“Far’s I want to go,” answered the boy.
“I’ll let you know to-morrow,” said Tiny, for that was the last thing she wanted to pay, and she was worried.
“I’m afraid school doesn’t agree with our Tiny,” said the little lady to Martin that evening, “she is so quiet.”
Tiny, who was playing the pretty white piano, turned.
“I was thinking, dear lady,” she said, and she told of Piggy-wiggy.
“Humph,” said Martin. “That’s easy. Let me know who that fellow is and I’ll stop him.”
“Can’t you manage better than that, son?” asked his mother. “Why not let the boy ride Trot when you and Tiny are nearby in the car, and can see that he is treated right?”
“That’s a splendid idea,” cried Tiny, kissing the little lady. “Will you, Martin? I know the boy is just crazy to ride the pony.”
So a plan was agreed upon, and the boy did have a ride on Love Trot, and he did stop calling the little girl names, and Tiny had the joy of knowing she had made two people happy.