"Now Renzo had a feedle, That's what Renzo had, tiddy hi! 'Twas humped up in the meedle, So haul the bowline, haul! He played a tune, and the old cow died, And the skipper and crew jumped over the side, And swum away on the slack of the tide, So haul the bowline, haul! "Now Renzo had a parrot, That's what Renzo had, tiddy hi! He liked a piece of carrot, So haul the bowline, haul! They gave him a turnip once instead, And he swore so loud he bust his head, And when he come to he was di-dum-dead, So haul the bowline, haul! "Now Renzo went a-clammin', That's what Renzo did, tiddy hi! His boots they kep' a-jammin', So haul the bowline, haul! They jammed so hard that he gave up beat, And went back home in his stockin' feet, And the woman she dressed him down complete, So haul the bowline, haul! "Now Renzo went a-smeltin', That's what Renzo did, tiddy hi! The ice was just a-meltin', So haul the bowline, haul! He sot clear'n through, and he froze his toes, And a foot-long ice-kittle hung to his nose, And he says, 'Gol darn these oil-skin clo'es!' So haul the bowline, haul! "Now Renzo caught a fever, That's what Renzo caught, tiddy hi! It sot him all a-queever, So haul the bowline, haul! He took to his bed and the doctor come, And give him a dose that sure was some, For it h'isted him off to Kingdom Come. So haul the bowline, haul!" "Oh! thank you!" cried Kitty. "Thank you ever so much!" "I thank you," replied the brown man, "for listenin'. I expect you've had the hardest job of the two, if all was known." He stepped to the head of the brown horse, felt of the bag and shook his head; the brown horse shook his. "Hossy," he spoke slowly, in a singularly cordial, pleasant tone, "you ain't eat your dinner!" The horse shook his head again and sneezed. "You no call to sneeze!" said the brown man. "It's good feed, and you've had time enough. I can't wag your jaws for you! If you expect that, Hossy, you're liable to be disappointed right away! Sam'll be in forty conniptions now because I'm late!" He took off the nose-bag and folded it deliberately, the brown horse continuing to sneeze protest. Looking up, he met Kitty's interested eyes again, and his face broke into a delightful smile. "He's a mite choosy to-day!" he said, nodding toward the animal. "Sometimes he forgets he isn't a bein'. I expect I make of him more'n I should, but you know how 'tis. That's a fine hoss you're drivin', lady. A No. 1, I should rate him, clipper-built and copper--what I would say, he's an elegant hoss. Might I take the liberty of offerin' you a pep'mint, Miss? No offense, I hope; they're just out o' the pan."