“Why, then—”
“Why, then—”
“Think of another old saw,” said the Donkey, picking up his lute.
CHAPTER VIII
OLD SAWS IN NEW SETTINGS
“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 Buddie shook her head.
“It is hard to shave an egg—?”