Vii. The Check-Rein Story

Pony Rollo clattered gayly Through the farmyard gate, Oh! such news! such news for Dobbin! Scarcely could he wait.

When at last the barn was fastened And they were alone, Pony Rollo told his story In most joyful tone.

"Oh! this morning as I trotted I could plainly hear What they said,--my little lady And her mother dear.

"They were talking of the check-rein, And at last they said: 'Pony Rollo need not wear it!' Then I tossed my head,

"And I shook my mane and whinnied. 'Why, he understands!' Said my little lady, laughing. Then with her own hands

"Off she took the check-rein, Dobbin, Chatting fast the while. 'There! you darling Pony Rollo, We won't care for style.

"'You shan't wear the horrid check-rein, Little pony mine; And we'll both be just as happy If we're not so fine.'

"That I held my head up proudly As I tried to show All my joy in this new freedom You will surely know.

"And I heard them,--Yes, I heard them Say the time was near When all check-reins should be banished; And,--now you shall hear!--

"Then they said, old Dobbin's check-rein No more would they use! There!" said joyful Pony Rollo, "Isn't that good news?"

Query

Boy or girl with horse or pony Which you love full well, Has he any check-rein story Glad as this to tell?