drew forth with his teeth a card, and presented it to Buddie, who spelled out the following:

     PROFESSOR BRAY

     TENORE BARITONALE

     TEACHER OF SINGING     ALL METHODS

     CONCERTS AND RECITALS

   While Buddie was reading this the Donkey again picked up his instrument and thrummed the strings.

   "Did you ever see a donkey play a lute?" said he. "That's an old saw," he added.

   "I never saw a donkey before," said Buddie.

   "You haven't traveled much," said the other. "The world is full of them."

   "This is the farthest I've ever been from home," confessed Buddie, feeling very insignificant indeed.

   "And how far may that be?"

   Buddie couldn't tell exactly.

   "But it can't be a great way," she said. "I live in the log house by the lake."

   "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.

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