“I don’t know. Dan Marts, the postmaster, says you can’t set any store by the pictures. He says maybe they’ve got the things you see in the pictures, and maybe they haven’t. There’s a camel! Look at it! How’d you like to ride on that hump all day?” questioned Teddy gleefully.
“Shouldn’t like it at all.”
“I read in my geography that they ride on them all the time on the—on—on Sarah’s Desert.”
“Oh, you mean the Sahara Desert—that’s what you mean,” laughed Phil.
“Well, maybe.”
“I should rather ride an elephant. See, it’s just like a rocking chair. I could almost go to sleep watching them move along.”
“I couldn’t,” declared Teddy. “I couldn’t any more go to sleep when a circus is going by than I could fly without wings.”
“See, there comes a herd of ponies. Look how small they are. Not much bigger than St. Bernard dogs. They could walk right under the elephants and not touch them.”
“Where do they all sleep?” wondered Teddy.
“Who, the ponies?”