'"
"No, no; we don't know anything about donkeys," came a chorus
of voices. "We don't want to know anything about
donkeys, either."
"Somebody bring me a bridle, then. Don't be afraid of him, he
is as gentle as a lamb. You wouldn't hurt a fly, would you,
dear January?"
January elevated both hind feet, narrowly missing the groom who
had brought the bridle.
After some difficulty the bystanders succeeded in getting the bit
between his teeth and the bridle over his head.
"Now, take tight hold of the bridle and lead him. I'll use
persuasive measures at the other end," directed Teddy.
January fairly hurled himself forward, jerking the groom off his
feet at once. But the man hung on stubbornly.
A moment more, and Teddy had fastened a firm grip on January's
tail, not appearing to be in the least afraid of the flying hoofs
that were beating a tattoo in the air.
How Teddy did twist that tail! Finally January, in sheer
desperation, was forced to give ground. One leap carried him
over the gangplank and into the boat. Once within, there was
a repetition of the scenes enacted on the dock, except that
this time it was the groom who was getting the worst of it,
while Teddy sat on the gangway, howling with delight.
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