"
"Well, you run along and I'll lasso you," said Teddy. "Only we'd
better go around to the back of the house. Maybe they wouldn't like
to see me doing it."
"Who; the cowboys?" asked his sister.
"No, father and mother," replied Teddy. "I don't guess they'd want
me to play this game, but I won't hurt you. Come on."
The little boy and girl--Teddy carrying his small lasso--went out to
a field not far from the house, and there they played cowboy. As they
had planned, Teddy was the cowboy and Janet the wild pony, and she
ran around until she was tired. Teddy ran after her, now and then
throwing the coil of rope at her.
Sometimes the lasso settled over her head, and then the little boy
would pull it tight, but he was careful not to pull too hard for fear
he might hurt Jan. Once the rope went around her legs, and that time
Teddy gave a sudden yank.
"Oh, I'm falling!" cried Jan, and she went down in a heap.
"That's fine!" cried Teddy. "That's regular wild-wester cowboy! Do
it again, Jan!"
"No! It hurts!" objected the little girl. "You pulled me so hard I
fell down."
"I didn't mean to," said Teddy. "But I can lasso good, can't I?"
"Yes; pretty good," his sister agreed. "But you can't lasso me any
more. I don't want to play. I'm going to the house."
"Did I hurt you much?" Teddy asked.
"Well, not such an awful lot," admitted Jan. "I fell on some soft
grass, though, or you would have.
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