“Gid-dap!” called George, and he headed the pony down the driveway. “Gid-dap, Tinkle,” and Tinkle trotted along.
“Don’t they look cute!” exclaimed Mrs. Farley to her husband as they watched the children from the dining room window. “I hope nothing happens to them.”
“Oh, they’ll be all right,” said her husband. “Tinkle is a kind and gentle pony. Besides there is Patrick. He’ll know just what to do if anything should happen.”
“Well, I hope nothing does,” said Mrs. Farley. “There! they’ve stopped! I wonder what for.”
The pony cart had stopped at the driveway gates, and Patrick, with a queer smile on his face, came walking back.
“What is it?” asked Mrs. Farley. “Did anything happen—and so soon?”
“No’m,” replied the coachman, “but Master George wants to know if you’d like to have him bring anything from the store. He says he’d like to buy something for you.”
“Oh!” and Mrs. Farley laughed. “Well, I don’t know that I need any groceries. But I suppose he wants to do an errand in the new cart. So tell him he may get a pound of loaf sugar. He and Mabel can feed the lumps to Tinkle.”
“Very well, ma’am, I’ll tell him,” and, touching his hat, Patrick went back to George and Mabel.