"If you have
plenty of hay you ought to be satisfied."
"No!" Twinkleheels told him. "I can't get along on hay alone. Johnnie
Green expects me to be spry and playful. And you know very well that a
horse or a pony can't be spirited without plenty of oats."
Once more the bays muttered to each other in a low tone. And at last
they told Twinkleheels that he was greedy.
"You don't need any oats," they said. "You have more to eat than we do,
all the time."
Twinkleheels was astonished.
"I don't know what you mean," he cried. "Johnnie Green feeds me only
oats and hay; and that's no more than you have."
"We don't agree with you," the bays retorted. "You have meal. And you
must eat a lot of it, too."
"Never!" Twinkleheels declared. "Why do you say that?"
"You have a mealy nose," they explained. "It always looks as if you'd
just eaten out of the meal bin."
XX
A MEALY NOSE
It was true, as the bays had said, that Twinkleheels had a mealy nose.
So perhaps it was only natural that they should think he had meal to eat
when they didn't. And he hastened to explain matters to them.
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