It's free, isn't it ?" "Certainly," said the donkey.

"Advice doesn't cost anything--unless you follow it.

Permit me to say, by the way, that you are the queerest lot of travelers that ever came to my shop.

Judging you merely by appearances, I think you'd better talk to the Foolish Owl yonder." They turned to look at the bird, which fluttered its wings and stared back at them with its big eyes.
"Hoot-ti-toot-ti-toot!" cried the owl.
"Fiddle-cum-foo, Howdy-do?
Riddle-cum, tiddle-cum, Too-ra-la-loo!" "That beats your poetry, Scraps," said Ojo.
"It's just nonsense!" declared the Glass Cat.
"But it's good advice for the foolish," said the donkey, admiringly.
"Listen to my partner, and you can't go wrong." Said the owl in a grumbling voice: "Patchwork Girl has come to life; No one's sweetheart, no one's wife; Lacking sense and loving fun, She'll be snubbed by everyone." "Quite a compliment! Quite a compliment, I declare," exclaimed the donkey, turning to look at Scraps.

"You are certainly a wonder, my dear, and I fancy you'd make a splendid pincushion.