“Well, I guess everything is all right,” thought Tinkle to himself as he trotted along in front of the pony cart, hauling George, Mabel and Patrick. “It’s a good deal easier than I thought, and my new iron shoes feel fine!”
So he trotted along merrily, and George and his sister, sitting in the pony cart, enjoyed their ride very much. George drove Tinkle along the streets, turning him now to the left, by pulling on the left rein, and again to the other side by jerking gently on the right rein.
“Am I doing all right, Patrick?” asked the little boy.
“Fine, Master George,” answered the coachman. “You drive as well as anybody.”
“I’ll let you take a turn soon, Mabel,” said George.
“Oh, I don’t want to—just yet,” replied the little girl. “I want to watch and see how you do it. Besides, I’d be afraid to drive where there are so many horses and wagons,” for they were on the main street of the city.
“You’ll soon get so you can do as well as Master George,” declared Patrick. “Tinkle is an easy pony to manage.”
As George and Mabel traveled on in their pony cart, they met several of their playmates who waved their hands to the Farley children.