The brother and sister had a long ride, each on a little tricycle; and Punch, who was in attendance, could not have been prouder of his little master and mistress if they had owned the whole State of California and part of Mexico.
Jimmy usually reproved Lucy for “doddlin’ round and wiggling so;” but was very patient to-day, and said, “You do pretty well—for a girl! Sometimes you do go so awful slow that it tires me all out to keep up with you. Now see me!”
And away he spun alone on his little wheel, his sister gazing after him in wonder, admiration, and despair.
They had both planned to give the baby a “Fourthy July” ride in his own private carriage, to the tune of,—
“Yankee Doodle came to town
On a Kentish pony;
Stuck a feather in his hat,
And called it Maccaroni.”
But objections were made to this. Eddy was young and tender, and could not stand the jolting.
“H’m! boys can stand ’most anything,” said Jimmy. “You’d think he was a girl, to hear ’em talk!”