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Lennie Steffens（人名）
But the man came along, reading the numbers on the houses, and, as my hopes -- my impossible hopes -- rose, he looked at our door and passed by, he and the pony, and the saddle. Too much, I fell upon the steps and broke into tears. Suddenly I heard a voice. "Say, kid," it said, "do you know a boy named Lennie Steffens?" I looked up. It was the man on the pony, back again. "Yes," I spluttered through my tears. "That's me." "Well," he said, "then this is your horse. I've been looking all over for you and your house. Why don't you put your number where it can be seen?" "Get down," I said, running out to him. I wanted to ride. He went on saying something about "ought to have got here at seven o'clock, but--"