have Jerry train Dapples for them so they might ride and drive him. But Jerry said he was too young and they would have to wait. So while the children waited for Dapples to grow, they and the little horse became the best of friends.
It was not until Dapples was nearly three that Jerry set to work to train him in all the ways of a saddle and phaeton pony. Up to that time the Shetland had not even dreamed that there was such a thing as work in the world.
Jerry first put a small open bridle on him, talking to him all the time in a friendly way.
"Now, leetle chap," said the good-natured Irishman, "that thing I am puttin' into your mouth is a bit, but you just think it is a lump of sugar. Here, here, don't try to spit it out, and don't shake your head. It won't hurt you." At this point the groom stroked the Shetland's face and rubbed his nose and talked to him until he did not mind the hateful bit. Then Jerry
