"Let's pull some grass for 'em," suggested Teddy, and they did this,
feeding it to the horses that stretched their necks over the top rail
of the fence and chewed the green bunches as if they very much liked
their fodder.

But after a while Jan and Ted tired of even this. And no wonder--
there were so many horses, and they all seemed to like the grass so
much that the children never could have pulled enough for all of them.

"Look at that one always pushing the others out of the way," said
Janet, pointing to one pony, larger than the others, who was always
first at the fence, and first to reach his nose toward the bunches of
grass.

"And there's a little one that can't get any," said her brother.
"I'd like to give him some, Jan."

"So would I. But how can we? Every time I hold out some grass to him
the big horse takes it."

Teddy thought for a minute and then he said:

"I know what we can do to keep the big horse from getting it all."

"What?" asked Janet.

"We can both pull some grass. Then you go to one end of the fence,
and hold out your bunch. The big horse will come to get it and push
the others away, like he always does."