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The colt and the horse had been feeding together in the field, and Rollo’s father had caught the horse, for he wanted to take a ride. Rollo’s father had a little basket in his hand, and when he saw the colt coming towards him, he held it up and called him, “Elky, Elky, Elky, Elky,” for the colt’s name was Elkin, though they often called him Elky.
“Ah, you little dickeys,” said Rollo; “hungry, are you? I have not got any thing for you to eat.” Rollo looked at them a little while, and then slowly got down and walked along up the lane, saying to himself, “They are not big enough to work, at any rate, but I am, I know, and I do not believe but that Elky is.” Preparations.
Rollo stopped crying pretty soon, and went into the house; and that evening, when his father came home, he went to him, and said, “Father, you were right, after all; I don’t know how to work any better than Elky.” Rides. Rollo often used to ride out with his father and mother. When he was quite a small boy, he did not know how to manage so as to get frequent rides.
“Why did not you catch Elky, and let him draw you?” “Elky? O, Elky is not old enough to work.” “Not old enough to work!” said Rollo, “Why, he is pretty big. He is almost as big as the horse. I should think he could draw you alone in the wagon.” “Perhaps he is strong enough for that; but Elky has never learned to work yet.”
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