On their way they met "lame Jessie," a little girl with crooked spine
and very high shoulders, who hobbled along on crutches.

"She's lamer than me," said Prudy. "Good morning, Jessie."

"I know what I've thought of," said Susy, who could talk of nothing
which was not in some way connected with her pony. "I'm going to give
that girl some rides. How happy she will be, poor little Jessie!"

"When you get your sleigh," said Mr. Parlin.

"My sleigh, papa? How many more presents are coming?"

"It is hard to tell, Susy; one gift makes way for another, you see.
First comes the pony; but how can he live without a stable, and a groom
to feed him? Then what is a pony worth without a saddle? And, as one
does not wish always to ride pony-back, a sleigh is the next thing."

"But, papa, you know in the summer!"

"Yes, my dear, in the summer, if we all live, there must be a light
carriage made on purpose for you."

"There is one thing more that pony needs," said aunt Madge, stroking his
eyebrows, "and that is, a name."

"O, I never thought of that," said Susy; "help me find a name, auntie."

"Let me think. I should call him something good and pleasant. Think of