My lips turned white once, before I had the measles, and I felt very curious inside, and then spots came all over.

You don't feel like spots, do you, Cousin Ruth?
We will go back by the woods, and I'll open the gates, and you shall hold the reins.

I dare say Balaam will like it better too." Molly had called her donkey Balaam, partly owing to a misapprehension of Scripture narrative, and partly owing to the assurance of Charles, when in sudden misgiving she had consulted him on the point, that Balaam _had_ been an ass.
Balaam's reluctant underjaw was accordingly turned in the direction of the woods, and, little thinking the drive might prove an eventful one, Ruth and Molly set off at that easy amble which a well-fed pampered donkey will occasionally indulge in..