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off for the blacksmith’s with the limping
pony, saying he meant to “inquire into the
business.”

“May I go with you?” cried Susy.

“Me, too?” said Prudy, echoed by Dotty.

“Only Susy,” replied their father; “she
may go if she likes.”

Susy very much wondered what her father
was going todo. As they approached the
shop, she saw, standing at the door, the
man whose face looked as if it had been
“rubbed on a pen-wiper.”

“Mr. Grimes,” said Mr. Parlin, in a pleas.
anter manner than Susy thought was at all
necessary, “Mr. Grimes, I believe I owe
you for shoeing this pony.”

While Mr. Grimes was making the
change, Mr. Parlin added, —

“How happens it, my friend, that this

| little animal bears such marks of ill treat-