Mr. Robertson looked pleased when she told him, anxiously, that "it was showing—the likeness. He has your mouth. And people might—"
"I wish to God I could own him," said Carl Robertson.
"Carl, he wants a pony! Buy one for him."
But Johnny didn't get his pony, because when Mr. Robertson told Miss Lydia he was thinking of buying a horse for his boy, she said:
"No; it isn't good for him, please, to have so many things."
"The idea of her interfering!" Mary told her husband.
CHAPTER V
"I'M going to invite him to visit us next winter," Mary said.