And the vet was there running up and down on a string a little rough, round pony that pattered, trying to sell it, because he said he'd outgrown it. And when Baby saw how rough and round the pony was, and how it pattered, she clapped her hands and cried, "Oh, the duck!" and asked the vet if she might run it up and down on the string a bit. And when the vet, who was rather hot and panty, said, "Suttinly, Miss," she ran it up and down till she could run no longer; and after that she went into a corner out of the crowd with the vet, and gasped, "How much?" So the vet whispered, "I'll leave it to you, Miss, because it's to a good ome." Then Baby turned her back, and gave him some out of her sixpenny purse. And she christened the pony Puck, and led him away by the string. And a little further on the Junior Subaltern's mother was trollying a little go-cart about with the King in his crown in it, to try to sell it, because she said her son didn't care for it any more. And the King, now he'd had his ride, said, nor did he, and got down, and, after taking off his crown very courteously, bustled off to join in pinching the Queen's calf; which was rather depressing for the Junior Subaltern's mother after all her trouble. But Baby came up with Puck, and kissed her to comfort her; and after that she bought the little go-cart out of her penny purse, which comforted the old lady still more. Then Baby harnessed Puck to the go-cart, and tied him by his string to the wall, while she ran and got Tiny away from the Queen's calf. And they went round the pens together, and chose out some things, and some servants. And there were about four things, and three servants. And one servant said her name was Phyllis; and she was plump and brisk: but the Others didn't seem to know what their names were; and they were dressy and draggly. And really the Others didn't belong to That Country, but had got in by mistake from Abroad, one Bank Holiday. And Baby only took them because they wanted a home: for you mayn't sleep out in That Country except in the summer, when you mayn't sleep in. And people only have one servant in That Country, except at the Castle, where they have none: for there the Queen does it all. Then they shoved the things under the seat of the little cart; and Tiny and Baby got up; and Baby cracked the whip; and Tiny tugged the reins; and Puck started off for Cosy Cottage at a run-away patter; while Phyllis walked and the Others trailed behind. And when they got to the Common everything was exactly as they had left it, with Methuselah just nodding off to sleep under the thorn; and by the yew the Colonel standing with his shako off, and little Marwy on a string, visiting her mother's grave. For it was about evening by now.