LXV.
"What have you there on your back?" said a zebra, jeeringly, to a "ship of the desert" in ballast.
"Only a bale of gridirons," was the meek reply.
"And what, pray, may you design doing with them?" was the incredulous rejoinder.
"What am I to do with gridirons?" repeated the camel, contemptuously. "Nice question for you, who have evidently just come off one!"
People who wish to throw stones should not live in glass houses; but there ought to be a few in their vicinity.
LXVI.
A cat, waking out of a sound sleep, saw a mouse sitting just out of reach, observing her. Perceiving that at the slightest movement of hers the mouse would recollect an engagement, she put on a look of extreme amiability, and said:
"Oh! it's you, is it? Do you know, I thought at first you were a frightful great rat; and I am so afraid of rats! I feel so much relieved—you don't know! Of course you have heard that I am a great friend to the dear little mice?"