The child stared up into her cousin's face, turning and twisting her white pinafore through her fingers.

Every time the big girl took her pinafore away from her, she picked it up again.
"Begin, Nannie," said the big girl, kindly.
"Well, Cousin Eleanor," said the child, "you know Topsy, Graham's pony.
Well, Topsy would run away, and a big, big man came out to papa and said he would train Topsy.

So he drove her every day, and beat her, and beat her, till he was tired, but still Topsy would run away.

Then papa said he would not have the poor pony whipped so much, and he took her out a piece of bread every day, and he petted her and now Topsy is very gentle, and never runs away." "Tell about Tiger," said the girl.
"Well, Cousin Eleanor," said the child, "you know Tiger, our big dog.
He used to be a bad dog, and when Dr.Fairchild drove up to the house he jumped up and bit at him.

Dr.Fairchild used to speak kindly to him, and throw out bits of meat, and now when he comes, Tiger follows behind and wags his tail.