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PLEASE let me feed pony," said five-year-old Will to his brother; "and then do give me just one ride down to the garden-gate."
With many cautions from his sister, the youngster was lifted up and allowed to take his short excursion, and, much to his regret, he was put down at the piazza steps.
"Oh, dear!" he exclaimed : "I wish I was a great big boy and had a horse of my own! In a year, I 'spect, I'll be as tall as Norman."
"Not quite," said Lizzie; "but I heard something about a velocipede that somebody is to have when father comes from the city."
"Did you ? Well, that will do, first-rate."
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