"I say, my dear fellow," he observed, "you wanted a horse, did'nt you?"
"I did, sir," said Mr. Jinks.
"What do you say to a donkey?"
Mr. Jinks appeared thoughtful, and gazing at the sky, as though the clouds interested him, replied:
"I have no objection to the animal, sir. It was in former times, I am assured, the animal used by kings, and even emperors. Far be it from me, therefore, to feel any pride—or look down on the donkey."
"You'll have to," said Ralph.
"Have to what, sir?"
"Look down on Fodder here—we call him Fodder at the farm, because the rascal won't eat thistles."
"Fodder, sir?" said Mr. Jinks, gazing along the road, as though in search of some wagon, laden with cornstalks.
"The donkey!"