Still another shake.
“A miss is as good as a mile? You can not drive a windmill with a pair of bellows? Help the lame dog over the stile? A hand-saw is a good thing, but not to shave with? Nothing venture, nothing have? Well, you haven’t heard much, for a fact,” said the Donkey, contemptuously, as Buddie shook her head after each proverb. “I’ll try a few more; there’s no end to them. Ever hear, When the sky falls we shall all catch larks? Too many cooks spoil the broth?”
“I’ve heard that,” said Buddie, eagerly.
“It’s a wonder,” returned the Donkey. “Well, I have a very nice setting of that.” And he sang:
“Some said, ‘Stir it fast,’
Some said, ‘Slow’;
Some said, ‘Skim it off,’
Some said, ‘No’;
Some said, ‘Pepper,’
Some said, ‘Salt’;—