"I'm sorry for that," said Mr. Brown. "We surely would not hurt your pony. In fact, my children would love him. Did he break the harness when he turned to run away?"
"I guess he did," answered the short man. "But it was an old harness, and easily broken. In fact, part of it was tied with bits of string. I knew it was strong enough for Toby unless he should cut up a little, and that's just what he did, and broke some of the straps and strings."
"Is Toby the name of your pony?" asked Sue.
"Yes, little girl, Toby is his name. And he is a nice little Shetland pony," and he stroked the fluffy mane and rubbed the velvety nose of the little animal, that seemed to be all right now.
"Oh, Daddy! will you?" suddenly exclaimed Bunny.
"Will I what?" asked Mr. Brown, rather surprised and puzzled.
"Will you buy that pony for us?" eagerly begged Sue. "Bunny whispered to me that we could have a lot of fun with him if you would buy him."
So that was what Bunny whispered to his Sister Sue!
"Buy this pony for you?" exclaimed Mr. Brown. "Is that what you mean?"
"Yes, please," said Bunny. "We—we'd love it!"