Country Letter Dear brother robin this comes from us all With our kind love and could Gip write and all Though but a dog he'd have his love to spare For still he knows and by your corner chair The moment he comes in he lyes him down and seems to fancy you are in the town.
"Poems Chiefly From Manuscript"
John Clare
Do you think papa would let a baby have a pony like Gip?
"Elsie's Womanhood"
Martha Finley
"Papa," said Horace, as the door closed upon his sister, "may I ride Gip to-day?"
"Elsie's Womanhood"
Martha Finley