[“Oh, what a nice pony cart!” cried the boys and girls.]
[“Oh, what a nice pony cart!” cried the boys and girls.]
“I’ll give you a ride, some day,” promised George.
He and Mabel were soon at the store, and, going in, they bought the loaf sugar. Patrick stayed out in the pony cart, and Tinkle stood still next to the curb. Near him was a horse hitched to a wagon full of coal.
“Hello, my little pony!” called the coal-horse. “You have a fine rig there.”
“Yes, it is pretty nice,” said Tinkle, and he was sure he must look very gorgeous, for Mabel had tied a blue ribbon in his mane that morning.
“You’re quite stylish,” went on the coal-horse.
“Well, I s’pose you might call it that,” admitted Tinkle.