A quiet, a domestic, agreeable animal; in fact, only a little donkey.
“Solomon,” said Bart, as he came up, “who owns the donkey?”
“De doctor,” said Solomon.
“Why, how in the world did he happen to get one?”
“He bought him.”
“Yes, but what did he want of it?”
“O, for de chil’en to play with.”
“That’s queer. I didn’t know there was one.”
“O, you see de doctor got him de time you was off on de scursium. Ole scissa grinda come long, an de doctor bought de donkey. Ole scissa grinda beat de donkey so, dat de doctor got him, an means to keep him for de chil’en. Dat’s all.”
“Poor old Neddy,” said Bart. “He’s pretty lean. But he’s all right now. This will be a Paradise for him. But I say, boys—I wonder how he rides. I’ve never been on a donkey’s back in my life. Have you?”