hoarseness

   should spread—"

   "And you became

    horse

   all over—"

   "Why, then—"

   "Why, then—"

   "Think of another old saw," said the Donkey, picking up his lute.

   "No; I don't believe I can remember any more old saws," said Buddie, after racking her small brain for a minute or two.

   "Pooh!" said the Donkey. "They're as common as, Pass the butter, or, Some more tea, please. Ever hear, Fair words butter no parsnips?"

   Buddie shook her head.

   "The wolf does something every day that keeps him from church on Sunday—?"

   Again Buddy shook her head.

   "It is hard to shave an egg—?"

   Still another shake.

   "A miss is as good as a mile? You can not drive a windmill with a pair of bellows? Help the lame dog over the stile? A hand-saw is a good thing, but not to shave with? Nothing venture, nothing have? Well, you haven't heard much, for a fact," said the Donkey, contemptuously, as Buddie shook her head after each proverb. "I'll try a few more; there's no end to them. Ever hear, When the sky falls we shall all catch larks? Too many cooks spoil the broth?"

   "I've heard

    that

   ," said Buddie, eagerly.

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