he's got so poor. I don't think he's been ridden much. Oh, do buy him!"
"Look here," said little Mrs. Dan, firmly. "You just eat your breakfast, Hugh. There's no sense in letting good food get cold. Mr. Peterson'11 think about it just as well while you're eating." And Hugh recollected that he was very hungry, and did as he was told.
"But you will buy Tinker, won't you, Daddy?" Nita begged.
"Oh, you're at me, too, are you?" Big Dan did his best to look like a harassed man. "There's several things to be considered. First, I mightn't like the pony. Second, I might like him, but he mightn't be the right cut for the ring. And third, Joe Clarke's dad might want too much for him. Or he mightn't sell him at all. Quite a lot of mights and mightn'ts; and you youngsters talk as if it was easy as buying a pound of butter!"
"When you talk like that," said his daughter, "I know you mean to try!" And Hugh's eyes danced.
"Oh, well, I could do with another pony," said Big Dan. ril have a yarn to Mr. Russell about him, anyway. But I don't see where you come in, Hugh. You'11 never see Tinker again if I buy him."
"No," said Hugh, quietly. "But I'll know that Joe Clarke isn't giving him sore backs and girth-galls and things."
"And that's a pretty big thing when you care for a pony," put in Mrs. Dan. "He'11 have a good time if he comes here, Hugh: the ponies get the best of it. More