“Bah! down with the foreigners!” screamed the Cockatoo.
“Silence,” called out the Husher, and every one listened attentively while the Schoolmistress asked the following question.
“Has the son of the miller the mustard of the daughter of the gardener?”
“That’s not French,” said Girlie contemptuously.
“I’m sure it is,” said the Schoolmistress; “isn’t it?” she asked, turning to the Husher.
“I’ve seen questions very much like it in my French lesson book,” he replied.
“Then, of course, it’s French,” said the Schoolmistress, while the Cockatoo screamed out, “Yah! who said she knew French and didn’t! laugh at her, laugh at her!” Before Girlie, who felt very indignant, could reply, the Husher had called out “Family Coach” again, and they all had to change places once more.
“Now does any one know the answer?” asked the Husher, after the Schoolmistress had repeated the question.
“Please, sir, I do,” said a meek-looking Donkey. “I work for the son of the miller, you know.”
“Well, has he the mustard of the gardener’s daughter?” asked the Husher.