pony at full speed, regardless of Prudy, who was so frightened, that she
seized poor Wings by his flowing mane, and called out for her sister to
stop. But Susy dashed on at a flying pace, and Percy cried after her,
"O, Susy, cousin Susy, what think of your Christmas present? Will you
remember not to eat it, and not to hang it on a nail? Susy, Susy?"

There was hardly a happier child living than Susy, during those
delightful holidays. She said to herself, sometimes, that this was such
a beautiful world, she couldn't think of a single thing that wasn't as
splendid as it could be.




CHAPTER V.

PRUDY'S TROUBLE.


The happy days flew by. The Old Year was worn out, and the New Year
stepped in fresh and youthful. Susy found her little sleigh a very
comfortable affair; and so, I think, did "lame Jessie." When her father
found that Susy had really chosen for her pony the name of Wings, he
ordered a beautiful picture of the Flying Horse to be painted on the
dashboard of the sleigh.

Susy was delighted with this, and her vivid fancy took wings at once,
and flew away to the other end of the world, where her aunt Madge told
her the fountain of Pirene was said to gush out of a hill-side.