he sang, for he, too was learning to make up doggerel as fast as his cousins.
"Here we go up to the stable, stable,
Just as fast as we're able, able,
Ponies and children and hens galore
Not any room for a critter more!"
Didn't I do my best steps to this jingle, and Apache Girl seeing me prance so well, began to look on me with more favor.
"Where do you come from?" she asked.
"The United States of America."
She neighed quite shrilly. "My ancestors were brought to America by the Spaniards."
"Indeed," I said gently. "They were a very high-class race."