Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-04-11
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

a few Jumps Of delicious white stuff
called sugar, she believed.
Sugar! Ali There was only one
thing better than that and that was
the grass-the shining, translucent, ten
der grass Of Spring.
Hurry" cried Jimmie. 1--WE got her
now. Quick Gimme the harness"
But Mary was gone.
With q flirt Of her shod feet, and
the diSlodgnlent of several small
patches Of turf, Mary went on down
the road, heading directly for q Pc
culiarly fascinating stretch of grass in
front yard,
Mary's route was as direct as that
Of any bee.
Straight up terrace she went, and
across a sidewalk. Crunch! went the
stalks of Red Radiance rose, for
Mary was rather heavy.
II pony is a correct designation for
her, then all that the general observer
can say Is that she Is very large for
her age.
One might properly call her a large
pony or small horse.
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Whatever any one chose to call
her didn't make bit of difference to
Mary
A few mouthfuls Of fresh grass and
she felt better already. My! what de-
licious stuff!
Three sn1an black and white cats
came gingerly around the corner of the
sun porch to see what manner of crea-
ture this was.
Was Mary hippopotamus, an ele-
plant or giraffe? They had heard
talk of such things, but never seen
either hippo. giraffe or elephant.
Maybe this brown-and- white animal
with its wild eyes, its huge bulk, its
ringing feet had come ali the way
from Africa, where the FIRST cat was
born.
Who knew?
Mary surveyed her small observers
with that mixture of slight contempt
and Indifference which the larger ami
NAL always feels for the smaller.
Cats? Pouff! And dogs were not
much better. She could see two of
them, a splendid white bull terrier,
fine Irish setter.
They were sitting in a yard; the
grass looked wonderful there; maybe
she had better go over and investi-
gate there
Then came the boys. Hurry, Jimmie,
now I got her But Mary was not
there. 1t was great sport to run away
when she knew they wanted her to
stand still.
Well, she would stand still after a
while. The law demanded It. Bat she
would lead them a nice chase for O
time. The boys we're good sports and
Mary suspected they were enjoying the
chase as much as she was.
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She knew that this was her annual
opportunity to run at will, and surely
there was something glorious about It,
And the grass was green.
1t was greener over there where the
dogs were, but dogs, after all, were
strange creatures and maybe she had
better 60 on down the way
It was no sooner determined on than
done. Mary gave toss to her head,
flip to her name, and away she went,
up a terrace, down a terrace, across a
yard, behind a house, alongside a
hedge.
The cries of the children grew
fainter.
All! Here was beautiful greenery
tranScendent grass, the best yet, the
finest grass in the world. >"
She bowed her head and was eating
away when Jimmie slipped up and
threw the bride over her head.
Mary was not sorry now. In fact,
she was glad. There is something
entirely satisfying about q bride, If
you are q pony.
Mary felt the old familiar pat on
her head Jimmie was nice kid. Few
ponies had better boys Mary looked
at him, her big eyes eloquent and her
large mouth full of grass.