"My little cousin has two stories that she would like to tell the band." "Very well," said the president; "bring her right along." The big girl came forward, leading a tiny child that she placed in front of the boys and girls.

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.