CHAPTER V.
PRUDY'S TROUBLE.
The happy days flew by.

The Old Year was worn out, and the New Year stepped in fresh and youthful.

Susy found her little sleigh a very comfortable affair; and so, I think, did "lame Jessie." When her father found that Susy had really chosen for her pony the name of Wings, he ordered a beautiful picture of the Flying Horse to be painted on the dashboard of the sleigh.
Susy was delighted with this, and her vivid fancy took wings at once, and flew away to the other end of the world, where her aunt Madge told her the fountain of Pirene was said to gush out of a hill-side.
"Only think," said she to Flossy; "it was a woman once, that fountain was; but she poured her life all out into tears, crying because her son was killed.

So the fountain is made of tears!" "Bitter and salt, then," said Florence, threading her needle.
"No, indeed; just as sweet and nice as any water.

Pegasus loved it; and there was a beautiful young man, his name was Bel--Bel--well, I declare, I've forgotten,--no, 'twas Bellerophon; and he had a bridle, and wanted a horse.