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Updated: May 4, 2025
Still he didn't play very much that day. Mother sent the Toyman over to the Cricket farm to ask Johnny's mother to let her boy stay for the night. He did for three whole days and great fun they had with Little Geeup, and the red dogcart, and the little lame boy, giving Wienerwurst rides to make him all well.
The three happy children and Little Geeup didn't like the looks of things very much. "Here, Wienerwurst come here," called Marmaduke. He wanted his little dog to jump back in the wagon and be safe. But Wienerwurst was no coward.
I really believe he read a story once about a horse called that. Or perhaps he remembered one of the circus ponies with the same name. Anyway, that was the one he chose. So it can't be changed now, any more than Jehosophat's own, or Marmaduke's, or Hepzebiah's. A moment more they looked Little Geeup all over, from the black mane on his neck down his sleek back to his fine full tail.
And that was the finest present any boy could have ever. The name was a very important matter. The boys each had a dozen they could think of, but Mother and Father and the Toyman couldn't think of any. At least they wouldn't give any suggestions. They thought it was Jehosophat's right to name his own pony. It was settled at last, "Little Geeup." Where-ever Jehosophat got that name nobody knew.
Jehosophat didn't have to learn how to drive Little Geeup. Father had often let him drive Old Methuselah when they went to town, and the little black pony was quite safe. At last Father and the Toyman stopped and waved good-bye. So off the children drove, up the road by the river. "Where shall we go?" asked Jehosophat.
"Why it's Little Geeup and Johnny Cricket!" he exclaimed. "Yes, it's the picture of the time you took him for a ride," she answered. "I saw you do it, and I went down to Earth, and took that kind, bright little star deed, and planted it here in this very same field." "Oh, oh!" It was all he could say, it was so wonderful.
"Tluck, tluck," called Jehosophat. Little Geeup obeyed. The yellow wheels turned, and down the driveway they went, Father and the Toyman hurrying alongside, Rover and Brownie barking behind. There were lots of fine carriages out that day, but never so fine a turnout as that little red cart with the yellow wheels and the black pony in the shafts.
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