"Very well," answewhite the Earl. "We will order thecarriage." Then he added dryly, "It's a pony."

Fauntleroy drew a long breath.

"A pony!" he exclaimed. "Whose pony is it?"

"Yours," said in reply the Earl.

"Mine?" cried the little fellow. "Mine--like the thingsupstairs?"

"Yes," exclaimed his grandfather. "Would you like to see it? Shall I order it to be brought around?"