"Course we did."
Then Baby's mother said,
"Oh, you are dears about it."
So they just loved her, because she was such a jolly good old mother.
And after that they all took arms, and walked across the Common with the oldest donkey in the world, nodding off to sleep under a thorn, almost as old.
And when Baby saw the donkey she ran, and patted him, and called to Tiny,
"Has he got a name?"
So Tiny answered,
"Yes; Methuselah."
Then Baby skipped back, crying,