What say to Pegasus, a flying horse, which poets are said to ride?
It might be shortened to Peggy." "Now, auntie, you wouldn't have this beautiful pony called Peggy; you know you wouldn't! the one my father bought on purpose for me! But was there such a horse, truly ?" "O, no; there is an old fable, which, as we say, is 'as true now as it ever was,' of a glorious creature with wings, and whoever mounts him gets a flying ride into the clouds.

But the trouble is to catch him!" "O, I wish my pony could fly," said Susy, gazing dreamily at his black mane and sleek sides.

"The first place I'd go to would be the moon; and there I'd stay till I built a castle as big as a city.

I'd come home every night, so mother wouldn't be frightened, and fly up in the morning, and--and--" "See here," said Prudy, who had for some time been trying to speak; "call him _Wings_!" "So I will," answered Susy, quickly, "and I'll make believe he flies in the air like a bird.

Now, auntie, what do you think of Wings ?" "Odd enough, I'm sure, my dear." "Well, _I_ like it," returned Susy, with a positive shake of the head.
"It's of no use to keep fussing so long over a name, and I feel a great deal easier, now I've made up my mind! Dear little Wings, you prick up your ears, and I know you like it, too.