"I'm twenty," Ebenezer told him.

"And you've never stumbled in all that time!" Twinkleheels cried. "How
did you manage to stay on your feet like that?"

"By minding my business," Ebenezer explained with a shrewd glance at his
young companion. The answer--and the look--were both lost on
Twinkleheels.

"I heard Farmer Green tell Johnnie to turn me and you into the pasture
to-morrow," he told Ebenezer.

"Don't you mean 'you and me'?" Ebenezer suggested mildly.

"Well, it's the same thing, isn't it?" Twinkleheels retorted.

"There's a slight difference," said Ebenezer. "I see there are some
things you've never been taught. Colts were different when I was a
yearling."

Twinkleheels looked almost angry.

"I hope," he snapped, "you don't take me for a yearling. Just because
I'm a pony--and small--you needn't think I'm an infant. Why, I'm five
years old!"

Old Ebenezer yawned. It seemed as if he was always sleepy.

"You've a good deal to learn," he said. "When I was five I thought I