My dranfadder saw him," she said, with a shake of her head at the president, as if she was afraid he would doubt her.
There was great laughing and clapping of hands when this little girl took her seat, and she hopped right up again and ran back.

"Oh, I fordot," she went on, in her squeaky, little voice, "dat my dranfadder says dat afterward de monkey upset de painter's can of oil, and rolled in it, and den jumped down in my dranfadder's flour barrel." The president looked very much amused, and said, "We have had some good stories about monkeys, now let us have some more about our home animals.
Who can tell us another story about a horse ?" Three or four boys jumped up, but the president said they would take one at a time.

The first one was this: A Riverdale boy was walking along the bank of a canal in Hoytville.

He saw a boy driving two horses, which were towing a canal-boat.

The first horse was lazy, and the boy got angry and struck him several times over the head with his whip.