The Wit and Humor of America, Volume III. (of X.) by Various
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"Pooh!" said the Donkey. "That's no distance at all." Buddie shrank
another inch or two. "I'm a great traveler myself. All donkeys travel that can. If a donkey travels, you know, he _may_ come home a horse; and to become a horse is, of course, the ambition of every donkey!" "Is it?" was all Buddie could think of to remark. What could she say that would interest a globe-trotter? "Perhaps you have an old saw you'd like reset," suggested the Donkey, still thrumming the lute-strings. Buddie thought a moment. "There's an old saw hanging up in our woodshed," she began, but got no farther. "Hee-haw! hee-haw!" laughed the Donkey. "Thistles and cactus, but that's rich!" And he hee-hawed until the tears ran down his nose. Poor Buddie, who knew she was being laughed at but didn't know why, began to feel very much like crying and wished she might run away. "Excuse these tears," the Donkey said at last, recovering his family gravity. "Didn't you ever hear the saying, A burnt child dreads the fire?" Buddie nodded, and plucked up her spirits. "Well, that's an old saw. And you must have heard that other very old saw, No use crying over spilt milk." |
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