"Yes."
"I'm very glad! Oh, what rides we can take now, can't we, Alice? We shan't want to borrow Jenny's pony any more. What kind of a horse is Mr. John's?"
"Black perfectly black."
"Is he handsome?"
"Very."
"Is his name Black Prince?"
"Yes."
Ellen began to consider the possibility of calling her pony the Brown Princess, or by some similar title the name of John's two chargers seeming the very most striking a horse could be known by.
"Don't forget, Alice," said Mrs. Chauncey, "to tell John to stop for him on his way home. It will give us a chance of seeing him, which is not a common pleasure, in any sense of the term."
They went back to the subject of the name, which Ellen pondered with uneasy visions of John and her poor pony flitting through her head. The little horse was very hard to fit, or else Ellen's taste was very hard to suit; a great many names were proposed, none of which were to her mind, Charley, and Cherry, and Brown, and Dash, and Jumper but she said they had "John" and "Jenny" already in Thirlwall, and she didn't want a "Charley." "Brown" was not pretty, and she hoped he wouldn't "dash" at anything, nor be a "jumper" when she was on his back. "Cherry" she mused awhile about, but it wouldn't do.