"I don't know what you mean," he cried. "Johnnie Green feeds me only oats and hay; and that's no more than you have."
"We don't agree with you," the bays retorted. "You have meal. And you must eat a lot of it, too."
"Never!" Twinkleheels declared. "Why do you say that?"
"You have a mealy nose," they explained. "It always looks as if you'd just eaten out of the meal bin."
XX
A MEALY NOSE
It was true, as the bays had said, that Twinkleheels had a mealy nose. So perhaps it was only natural that they should think he had meal to eat when they didn't. And he hastened to explain matters to them.
"My mealy nose," he said, "doesn't mean that I've been eating meal. My nose happens to be the color of meal. All the brushing in the world wouldn't change it."
The bay pair snorted. It was plain that they didn't believe what Twinkleheels told them.