CHAPTER V.
"Granted," said the parson; "but what follows?
The saying is good, but I don't see the application." "A thousand pardons!" replied Dr.Riccabocca, with all the urbanity of an Italian; "but it seems to me that if you had given the sixpence to the fanciullo, that is, to this good little boy, without telling him the story about the donkey, you would never have put him and yourself into this awkward dilemma." "But, my dear sir," whispered the parson, mildly, as he inclined his lips to the doctor's ear, "I should then have lost the opportunity of inculcating a moral lesson--you understand ?" Dr.Riccabocca shrugged his shoulders, restored his pipe to his mouth, and took a long whiff.

It was a whiff eloquent, though cynical,--a whiff peculiar to your philosophical smoker, a whiff that implied the most absolute but the most placid incredulity as to the effect of the parson's moral lesson.
"Still you have not given us your decision," said the parson, after a pause.
The doctor withdrew the pipe.

"Cospetto!" said he,--"he who scrubs the head of an ass wastes his soap." "If you scrubbed mine fifty times over with those enigmatical proverbs of yours," said the parson, testily, "you would not make it any the wiser." "My good sir," said the doctor, bowing low from his perch on the stile, "I never presumed to say that there were more asses than one in the story; but I thought that I could not better explain my meaning, which is simply this,--you scrubbed the ass's head, and therefore you must lose the soap.

Let the fanciullo have the sixpence; and a great sum it is, too, for a little boy, who may spend it all as pocketmoney!" "There, Lenny, you hear ?" said the parson, stretching out the sixpence.
But Lenny retreated, and cast on the umpire a look of great aversion and disgust.
"Please, Master Dale," said he, obstinately, "I'd rather not.
"It is a matter of feeling, you see," said the parson, turning to the umpire; "and I believe the boy is right." "If it be a matter of feeling," replied Dr.Riccabocca, "there is no more to be said on it.

When Feeling comes in at the door, Reason has nothing to do but to jump out of the window." "Go, my good boy," said the parson, pocketing the coin; "but, stop! give me your hand first.