Donald Bean has a pony.

He's not much bigger than a dog, but he'll carry you to Loughlinter." "I can walk it, Mr.Kennedy." "Yes; and think of the state in which you'd reach Loughlinter! Come along with me." "But I can't take you off the mountain," said Phineas.
"Then you must allow me to take you off." So Mr.Kennedy led the way down to Donald Bean's cottage, and before three o'clock Phineas found himself mounted on a shaggy steed, which, in sober truth, was not much bigger than a large dog.

"If Mr.Kennedy is really my rival," said Phineas to himself, as he trotted along, "I almost think that I am doing an unhandsome thing in taking the pony." At five o'clock he was under the portico before the front door, and there he found Lady Laura waiting for him,--waiting for him, or at least ready for him.

She had on her hat and gloves and light shawl, and her parasol was in her hand.

He thought that he had never seen her look so young, so pretty, and so fit to receive a lover's vows.
But at the same moment it occurred to him that she was Lady Laura Standish, the daughter of an Earl, the descendant of a line of Earls,--and that he was the son of a simple country doctor in Ireland.