"But this is our Toby pony," insisted Bunny. "We want him."
"What makes you think he's your pony?" growled the gypsy, and as he turned to look back toward the tents and wagons Bunny and Sue saw a gypsy woman coming toward them.
"I know he's our pony, 'cause he's got a white spot on his head," answered Sue.
"And he's got one white foot," added Bunny. "And he can do tricks. If I had a handkerchief I'd show you how he can pick it up."
"Here's my handkerchief!" offered Sue.
Bunny took it and dropped it on the grass near Toby. At once the little Shetland pony picked it up and held it out to Bunny, as he had been taught to do.
"And here's a lump of sugar for you!" cried Bunny, as he gave Toby a piece, for the little boy had lately always carried some in his pocket, hoping Toby might be found.
"See!" went on Bunny. "He is our pony, and he can do more tricks than this. He can ring a bell."
By this time the gypsy woman had come up. She did not smile as she asked the man:
"What's the matter here?"