“Anna, Anna!” shouted Harry. “Come quick, do! O such a!”—But mamma clapped her hand right over his mouth, and he couldn’t say another word. “Pat, pat, pat!” Anna heard a queer sound of feet on the veranda, and in at the open windows trotted just the dearest little Shetland pony all saddled and bridled. Harry was leading it. A card hung from the saddle, and on it was printed, “A birthday gift for my little Anna, from Grandpa.” “There! what do you think of that?” asked Harry. “I think,” said Anna, as soon as she could speak, “that no little girl ever had such a splendid, splendid grandpa as mine!” Do you know where these lovely little Shetland ponies live when they are at home? They live in the northern islands of Great Britain. |