I hates singing." "I've been to Paris and I've been to Dover." "Look here," said Ike; "I shall just draw to one side and wait till he've gone by.

Steady, Bony; woa, lad! Now he may go on, and sing all the way to Dover if he likes." Suiting the action to the word Ike pulled one rein; but Basket kept steadily on, and Ike pulled harder.

But though Ike pulled till he drew the horse's head round so that he could look at us, the legs went on in the same track, and we did not even get near the side of the road.
"He knows it ain't right to stop here," growled Ike.

"Woa, will yer! What a obstin't hammer-headed old buffler it is! Woa!" Basket paid not the slightest heed for a few minutes.

Then, as if he suddenly comprehended, he stopped short.
"Thankye," said Ike drily; "much obliged.