At this strange word Buddie wrinkled her small brows.
“You mean insomnia,” corrected the Donkey.
“I mean I can’t sleep; that’s what I mean,” said the Bear. “Will you take dinner with me?” he asked, looking from Buddie to the Donkey. “It would be a great honor.”
“Well, if you put it that way, of course we will,” said the Donkey, speaking for both of them. “Will there be thistles?”
“I can send out for them.”
“Scotch thistles, please; they’re the best. And I hope it isn’t far.”
“Only a little way,” said the Bear. And, rising from the stump, he led the way up the road.
CHAPTER X
THE WEE BEAR’S BIRTHDAY PARTY
“Pray, what do you have for servants?” asked the Donkey, as they crossed a brook and struck up a little hill.
“Coons,” the Bear replied. “They make the best.”