Bunny Brown and his sister Sue and their trick dog

by Laura Lee Hope

“That reminds me,” said Mr. Brown, “that I had a letter to-day from the farmer who is taking care of Toby. The pony may soon be back.”

“Is he cured?”

“Yes,” answered Mr. Brown, and he laughed a little.

“What are you laughing at?” asked his wife.

“At what Sue says when she speaks about the pony,” answered Mr. Brown. “She says he was ‘sent away to cure something he had in his hair that fell out.’ I always laugh when I think of that.”

“Yes, it was queer,” said Mrs. Brown, with a smile. “But it was true—Toby’s hair did fall out.”

“The farmer says that is ended now, and that Toby is well again,” remarked Mr. Brown.

“I’m glad, for the sake of the children,” said Mrs. Brown. “And I do hope you may be able to do something for that poor old man.”

“I’ll try,” promised her husband.

Then it was time to go to bed, and after seeing that Patter was all right in the kitchen, Mr. Brown turned out the lights.