Where did he come from, Uncle Bob? and why didn"t you drive down with him too?"

"My legs are too long for that little affair," laughed Mr. Trelawny. "It is only meant for fairies and ladies," and he laid his hand on Esther"s head, so that she looked up quickly with a blush and a smile. Mrs. St.

Aiden appeared from the house, and Mr. Trelawny offered her his arm and led her down towards the gate. Mr. Earle had drawn up the little equipage now, and the children were crowding round the pony, patting and praising him--a state of affairs to which he seemed quite accustomed, and which appeared to suit him very well.

"He is a darling!" cried Esther delightedly.

[Ill.u.s.tration: ""He is a darling!" cried Esther delightedly."--Page 168.

_Esther"s Charge._]

"What is his name?" asked Puck.

"He was called Punch at his last home," answered Mr. Earle, "and he is used to little people.--Now, little Miss Esther, are you going to be bold, and see how well you can drive him? I have come to see what sort of a whip you make."

Esther"s face was in a glow. It was such a pretty little carriage, and everything about the pony was charming--his flowing mane and tail, the bright, silver-mounted harness, the red-leather frontlet and saddle pad, and the bright brown of the reins where she would hold them. It was all so spick and span and well turned out--much better than anything she had known in past days.

"I can drive," began Pickle with sudden eagerness, and then he clapped his hand to his mouth and turned away.

"I"ll run and get a bit of sugar for Punch," he cried; and he dashed off, pulling Puck after him.

"Look here," he said, when they were a little way off; "I was just going to ask to have the first drive myself; but it"s Esther"s pony, and she must go. Don"t you go and say anything; and if she offers, don"t you take it. She"s always doing things for us. We won"t go and be pigs now she"s got something nice herself."

"All right," answered Puck, whose mouth was watering for a ride on the pony, or a drive behind him; "she shall go first. But I suppose when she comes back we might have a turn?"

"Well, we will if they offer it us; but don"t let"s ask. We mustn"t be greedy, you know; and we mustn"t pretend we"ve ever done such a mighty lot of driving and riding, because you know we haven"t--only just a little now and then. Crump was always saying we must have ponies and learn properly; but we never did."

Puck colored up a little, for he had been rehearsing in his head some of the things he meant to tell Esther about his prowess in the saddle and as a whip. But he remembered that he had resolved not to romance so much, just as Pickle was keeping in mind that he must not always expect to be the leader, and have the best place in everything. So they ran away to the house together to get the sugar; and Esther, after looking round a little uncertainly, let herself be handed into the carriage by Mr. Earle.

"I thought perhaps the boys would like the first turn," she said.

"Ladies first is the right motto," said Mr. Trelawny. "Now let us see how you hold your reins and whip. You won"t want much whip for this fellow, so you can leave that in its socket for the present.--Now, Earle, in with you, and let us see how the little lady can drive you.--You are not afraid, my dear?"

Esther looked up with candid eyes.

"No--at least, hardly at all. I"m not afraid, now Mr. Earle is here to help me. I like it very much, but I haven"t driven for a very long time.

I might do something wrong if there was n.o.body here to help me."

Then she drew up her reins and chirruped to Punch, who threw up his head and started at a brisk trot; and Esther felt her heart beating with excitement and delight, just dashed with a nervous tremor, for Punch went very fast, and there were several corners to turn in the winding road.

But the pony was a well-trained little fellow, and knew his business, and there was nothing in his way. He dashed along in fine style, Mr.

Earle encouraging both him and his driver; and then Esther had the delight of drawing up at the rectory gate to show her new accomplishment to the little Polperrans, who came flocking out to admire and exclaim.

It was a very enchanting half-hour that Esther spent taking her first lesson; but she was in rather a hurry to get back, for she wanted the boys to enjoy the new pleasure also.

So Mr. Earle took them each a turn, looking rather sharp after them; but they had a very fair notion of driving, and were perfectly fearless, yet at the same time they were fond of animals, and had no desire to use the whip unreasonably, or otherwise to hara.s.s the pony.

Punch gave the greatest satisfaction to all, and was declared to be a "perfect darling" by Esther, and "a jolly little brick" by the boys.

"Mr. Earle will take you out every day for a week, Esther," said her mother, when the carriage had gone, "and after that he thinks you will be able to drive me out."

Esther"s face glowed with pleasure, and Pickle cried out,--

"We can drive you too, Aunt Saint!"

But to his surprise his aunt shook her head, smiling the while, and said,--

"I think, dear, I should feel safer with Esther, thank you."

"Well, that"s funny," said Puck; "I thought women always felt so much safer when they had a man driving them."

Then Mrs. St. Aiden laughed and kissed him, and said he should drive her out some day, when he was a man.

Nice things seemed to happen often now. For after the pony and carriage had been a few weeks in use, and Esther had grown to be quite an experienced little whip, the children heard that Mr. Trelawny was going to keep his birthday, and that it was to be celebrated by an excursion to an old ruin, and that little people as well as their parents were to be allowed to go.

Esther clasped her hands in ecstasy when she heard this. She had never seen a ruin yet, though she had so often heard of them; and as her knowledge of history had greatly enlarged during the past few months, she was quite delighted to think of seeing any place which had played a part in the strange doings of olden times.

Mr. Trelawny"s house had done that; but Esther could never quite conquer her fears of that place. She did not go very often even now, though the boys scrambled up the steep path as often as they dared, when she was out driving.

But a real old castle would be delightful; and Mr. Earle gave them a whole history of the things that had happened there, and showed them pictures of the kind of old windows and arches they would see, and taught Esther the names of the different moldings, so that she might know them when she saw them.

She was to drive herself in the pony carriage, and have one companion, either grown-up or not as she liked, and Puck had leave to go in the tiny back seat, which had been added in order that the three children might go out together.

"Of course you"ll take me," cried Pickle, dancing round Esther in his excited fashion.

She hesitated a little, and then said,--

"Pickle dear, I should like you best; but I feel as though I ought to ask Prissy Polperran. I"m afraid she sometimes thinks I am unkind to her. We used to be a good deal together, but I haven"t time now that I have so many more things to do."

"Oh, bother that young poll-parrot!" cried Pickle; "I don"t see why you should be bothered by her. She"s a regular kill-joy. You know she is."

"It would be kind," said Esther gently; "she would like it very much.

But you may drive her, Pickle, if mama and Mr. Earle don"t mind."

"Not I, thank you!" answered Pickle scornfully. "I can"t abide the stuck-up minx. She"s a little prig. She"s----"

Pickle suddenly stopped short. The Sunday cla.s.s in the arbor still went on, and the children discussed with interest each week how they were "getting on with their sins," and how many dragons they had killed. They also had a little book now, and Esther wrote down in it what good resolutions they made week by week. It was rather like a "Sunday game"

to the little people; nevertheless it was not without its effect upon them. Pickle"s sudden stop was due to the remembrance that they had last Sunday resolved to try and be kind to other people, and always do as they would be done by; so that saying all these things about Prissy was not quite according to their rule.

"Oh, bother!" he said, and looked at Esther, and then began to laugh. In a minute he spoke again,--

"All right, Ess. Take Pretty Polly. I suppose she will like it, and they don"t have half the fun we do. I"ll try to be civil to her all day too, if I can; but she is such a precious----"

Another stop and another laugh.

"I say, Essie, I think we make too many resolutions. I"m always tripping over some of them. Don"t let"s have any new ones till we"ve learned how to keep these."

"I"ll let Bertie have the d.i.c.ky behind," said Puck suddenly--"he"d like it; and I don"t care so very much, if Pretty Polly is going instead of Pickle."

"Thank you, boys," said Esther; "it is very nice of you. I should like to have you best, but I think we ought to try and be kind."