something good and pleasant Think of something you like very much."

"O, Frosted Cake," cried Prudy: "wouldn't that be pleasant? Susy loves
that."

"I should like to name him for the American Eagle," said Susy, who had
heard some patriotic speeches from her cousin Percy; "only you couldn't
pet that name, could you?"

"You might call him Don Carlos, or Don Pedro," suggested Mr. Parlin.

"No, papa; only think of Donny: that is like Donkey! You haven't any
long ears, _have_ you, pony? If you had, I'd call you Little Pitcher,
for 'little pitchers have great ears.' That makes me think of Mr. Allen,
auntie. How big his ears are, you know? _Is_ it because his teacher
pulled them so?"

"O, call him 'Gustus,'" cried Prudy.

"But that would soon be Gusty," said aunt Madge, "and would sound too
much like the east wind."

"Dear me," sighed Susy; "who'd ever think it was such hard work to find
names?"

"O, look," said Prudy, as they passed a jaded old horse; "there is a
pony just exactly like this! Only it's twice as big, you know, and not a
_bit_ such a color!"

"Well, there, Prudy," said Susy, disdainfully, "I thought, when you