“No,” said Johnny, with a quiet air of pity for himself; and without opening his eyes.

“Here’s the lady, Johnny. And the horse.”

Johnny could bear the lady, with complete indifference, but not the horse. Opening his heavy eyes, he slowly broke into a smile on beholding that splendid phenomenon, and wanted to take it in his arms. As it was much too big, it was put upon a chair where he could hold it by the mane and contemplate it. Which he soon forgot to do.