Jeanette stepped off the tram, rushing to keep up with Harriett.
“I want the white pony!” Harriett yelled, racing for the merry-go-round.
“Hold up,” Jeanette ordered, taking the little girl by the arm. “First we need to buy you a ticket.”
“One please,” she said at the ticket-window.
As soon as she was free, Harriett ran for the white horse and clambered on board.
Standing to the side, Jeanette smiled at a man waiting with a wheelchair. Both their smiles said, ‘little girls. And ponies.’
If only the ponies weren’t just for little girls.