But Dick got rather restive under so much ancient history: besides, I suspect he wanted to keep me as fresh as he could for his great-grandfather.

So he burst out laughing at last, and said: "Excuse me, neighbours, but I can't help it.

Fancy people not liking to work!--it's too ridiculous.

Why, even you like to work, old fellow--sometimes," said he, affectionately patting the old horse with the whip.

"What a queer disease! it may well be called Mulleygrubs!" And he laughed out again most boisterously; rather too much so, I thought, for his usual good manners; and I laughed with him for company's sake, but from the teeth outward only; for _I_ saw nothing funny in people not liking to work, as you may well imagine..