"I heard Farmer Green tell Johnnie to turn me and you into the pasture to-morrow," he told Ebenezer.
"Don't you mean 'you and me'?" Ebenezer suggested mildly.
"Well, it's the same thing, isn't it?" Twinkleheels retorted.
"There's a slight difference," said Ebenezer. "I see there are some things you've never been taught. Colts were different when I was a yearling."
Twinkleheels looked almost angry.
"I hope," he snapped, "you don't take me for a yearling. Just because I'm a pony—and small—you needn't think I'm an infant. Why, I'm five years old!"
Old Ebenezer yawned. It seemed as if he was always sleepy.
"You've a good deal to learn," he said. "When I was five I thought I knew everything.... I still find that I can learn something almost every day."
Twinkleheels sniffed. "I don't believe you've picked up much that was new to-day," he said. "You've been dozing every moment, except when you ate your meals."
To his great disgust, Ebenezer gave a sort of snort. He no longer heard anything that his youthful neighbor said.