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"
Try
and
love
a
donkey
,
"
suggested
the
gipsy
.
"
Some
people
do
.
"
"
You
do
n't
seem
to
see
,
"
continued
Toad
,
"
that
this
fine
horse
of
mine
is
a
cut
above
you
altogether
.
He
's
a
blood
horse
,
he
is
,
partly
;
not
the
part
you
see
,
of
course
--
another
part
.
And
he
's
been
a
Prize
Hackney
,
too
,
in
his
time
--
that
was
the
time
before
you
knew
him
,
but
you
can
still
tell
it
on
him
at
a
glance
,
if
you
understand
anything
about
horses
.
No
,
it
's
not
to
be
thought
of
for
a
moment
.
All
the
same
,
how
much
might
you
be
disposed
to
offer
me
for
this
beautiful
young
horse
of
mine
?
"
The
gipsy
looked
the
horse
over
,
and
then
he
looked
Toad
over
with
equal
care
,
and
looked
at
the
horse
again
.
"
Shillin
'
a
leg
,
"
he
said
briefly
,
and
turned
away
,
continuing
to
smoke
and
try
to
stare
the
wide
world
out
of
countenance
.
"
A
shilling
a
leg
?
"
cried
Toad
.
"
If
you
please
,
I
must
take
a
little
time
to
work
that
out
,
and
see
just
what
it
comes
to
.
"
He
climbed
down
off
his
horse
,
and
left
it
to
graze
,
and
sat
down
by
the
gipsy
,
and
did
sums
on
his
fingers
,
and
at
last
he
said
,
"
A
shilling
a
leg
?
Why
,
that
comes
to
exactly
four
shillings
,
and
no
more
.
O
,
no
;
I
could
not
think
of
accepting
four
shillings
for
this
beautiful
young
horse
of
mine
.
"
"
Well
,
"
said
the
gipsy
,
"
I
'll
tell
you
what
I
will
do
.
I
'll
make
it
five
shillings
,
and
that
's
three-and-sixpence
more
than
the
animal
's
worth
.
And
that
's
my
last
word
.
"
Then
Toad
sat
and
pondered
long
and
deeply
.
For
he
was
hungry
and
quite
penniless
,
and
still
some
way
--
he
knew
not
how
far
--
from
home
,
and
enemies
might
still
be
looking
for
him
.
To
one
in
such
a
situation
,
five
shillings
may
very
well
appear
a
large
sum
of
money
.
On
the
other
hand
,
it
did
not
seem
very
much
to
get
for
a
horse
.
But
then
,
again
,
the
horse
had
n't
cost
him
anything
;
so
whatever
he
got
was
all
clear
profit
.
At
last
he
said
firmly
,
"
Look
here
,
gipsy
!
I
tell
you
what
we
will
do
;
and
this
is
my
last
word
.
You
shall
hand
me
over
six
shillings
and
sixpence
,
cash
down
;
and
further
,
in
addition
thereto
,
you
shall
give
me
as
much
breakfast
as
I
can
possibly
eat
,
at
one
sitting
of
course
,
out
of
that
iron
pot
of
yours
that
keeps
sending
forth
such
delicious
and
exciting
smells
.
In
return
,
I
will
make
over
to
you
my
spirited
young
horse
,
with
all
the
beautiful
harness
and
trappings
that
are
on
him
,
freely
thrown
in
.
If
that
's
not
good
enough
for
you
,
say
so
,
and
I
'll
be
getting
on
.
I
know
a
man
near
here
who
's
wanted
this
horse
of
mine
for
years
.
"
The
gipsy
grumbled
frightfully
,
and
declared
if
he
did
a
few
more
deals
of
that
sort
he
'd
be
ruined
.
But
in
the
end
he
lugged
a
dirty
canvas
bag
out
of
the
depths
of
his
trouser
pocket
,
and
counted
out
six
shillings
and
sixpence
into
Toad
's
paw
.
Then
he
disappeared
into
the
caravan
for
an
instant
,
and
returned
with
a
large
iron
plate
and
a
knife
,
fork
,
and
spoon
.
He
tilted
up
the
pot
,
and
a
glorious
stream
of
hot
,
rich
stew
gurgled
into
the
plate
.
It
was
,
indeed
,
the
most
beautiful
stew
in
the
world
,
being
made
of
partridges
,
and
pheasants
,
and
chickens
,
and
hares
,
and
rabbits
,
and
peahens
,
and
guinea-fowls
,
and
one
or
two
other
things
.
Toad
took
the
plate
on
his
lap
,
almost
crying
,
and
stuffed
,
and
stuffed
,
and
stuffed
,
and
kept
asking
for
more
,
and
the
gipsy
never
grudged
it
him
.
He
thought
that
he
had
never
eaten
so
good
a
breakfast
in
all
his
life
.
