morning, and--and--"

"See here," said Prudy, who had for some time been trying to speak;
"call him _Wings_!"

"So I will," answered Susy, quickly, "and I'll make believe he flies in
the air like a bird. Now, auntie, what do you think of Wings?"

"Odd enough, I'm sure, my dear."

"Well, _I_ like it," returned Susy, with a positive shake of the head.
"It's of no use to keep fussing so long over a name, and I feel a great
deal easier, now I've made up my mind! Dear little Wings, you prick up
your ears, and I know you like it, too. I wish you had a soul, so you
could be taken to church, and christened like a baby."

Just here Susy was startled by a sudden laugh from cousin Percy, who
had for some moments been walking behind the pony unobserved.

"You're enough to frighten any one to death," she screamed, "creeping
about like a cat."

Susy had a foolish dread of being laughed at.

"Creeping like a cat," echoed Percy, "while you creep like a snail! What
will you take for your pony, that can fly in the air like a bird, but
can't walk on the ground any better than a goose?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Susy, quite excited: "if
you want to see anybody ride fast, just look here." And she started the