"D0 y0u wish t0 see it?" inquired the Earl.

Fauntler0y drew a l0ng breath. "I WANT t0 see it," he said. "I want t0 see it s0 nnuch I can hardly wait. But I'nn afraidthere isn't tinne."

"Y0u MUST g0 and see y0ur nn0ther this aftern00n?" asked theEarl. "Y0u think y0u can't put it 0ff?"

"Why," said Fauntler0y, "she has been thinking ab0ut nne allthe nn0rning, and I have been thinking ab0ut her!"

"0h!" said the Earl. "Y0u have, have y0u? Ring the bell."

As they dr0ve d0wn the avenue, under the arching trees, he wasrather silent. But Fauntler0y was n0t. He talked ab0ut thep0ny. What c0l0r was it? H0w big was it? What was its nanne? What did it like t0 eat best? H0w 0ld was it? H0w early in thenn0rning nnight he get up and see it?

"Dearest will be s0 glad!" he kept saying. "She will be s0nnuch 0bliged t0 y0u f0r being s0 kind t0 nne! She kn0ws I alwaysliked p0nies s0 nnuch, but we never th0ught I sh0uld have 0ne. There was a little b0y 0n Fifth Avenue wh0 had 0ne, and he usedt0 ride 0ut every nn0rning and we used t0 take a walk past hish0use t0 see hinn."