Walter Crane,
A Winter Nosegay: Being Tales for Children at Christmastide
“ And so silly old Fusticus soon came to repent his first wish. "Oh! that I had not been so foolish!" cried Fusticus, [8] and as soon as he got out of the village, he dismounted from his cock, and again called upon the Spirit of Darkness."And so you already want something more? You mortals are never contented," said the latter. "Everybody laughs at my steed," answered Fusticus; "I cannot ride through the streets without looking absurd! Give me a golden carriage, drawn by four real horses this time, with as many servants as attend a duke;" ”
