"I'll show you whether I'm a donkey or not," growled Jerry, frowning at
them all. "I'll show you! I won't stay at your old party!"

And he dashed upstairs and into Oliver's room where his hat and coat
were. Downstairs he came flying, and never stopped in the parlor to
tell Mrs. Dunlap he was going or to say that he had had a pleasant
time. No! Instead, Jerry opened the front door and banged it after
him with a crash that shook the house.

"He's gone!" said Sunny Boy, dismayed. "He's mad!"

"I'm afraid he is," admitted Mrs. Dunlap. "And I'm sorry. He didn't
have his ice-cream."

"He didn't like it 'cause I pinned the donkey's tail on him," said
Sunny Boy sorrowfully. "But I didn't mean to."

"No, of course you didn't," answered Mrs. Dunlap. "Don't feel bad over
that, Sunny Boy. I'm afraid we teased Jerry too much about it, though.
He is a stranger here in Centronia, and we should have tried to be
extra kind to him. You shouldn't have said that about Jerry being a
donkey, Perry," she added, turning to Perry Phelps. "You must have
hurt his feelings."

Miss May often said that Perry had the best manners of any boy in her
school. He did not laugh now, but he came up to Mrs. Dunlap and said
he was sorry he had asked his cousin if he were a donkey.

"I should think he could take a joke," he said. "He's ten years old.
But I'm sorry, Mrs. Dunlap, and Mother will be, too, that Jerry left