“I wish we could see her,” mused Leopard.
“Let’s send her a message,” suggested Ostrich.
“But how?” queried Kangaroo. “We’ve no one to send and, even if we had, where in the world should we send him?”
“Diggeldy Dan,” said Lion, “what have you to suggest?”
“Well,” answered Dan, “I know this much: and that is that the Pretty Lady went away toward the west. I like to believe that she makes her home in the sunset.”
“Why, if that’s the case, then that’s not far from here,” broke in Elephant.
Even while Elephant was speaking, Giraffe came forward and picked up the chalk. Then, striding to the side of a cage, he scrawled on its face:
“Not far at all—looking through eaves space in tent—this very evening—saw sun set just back of hill—’bout a mile from here—Giraffe.”
“Not more than a mile!” cried Tiger, “Only a mile!” Then he paused and looked rather foolish. For how were they to reach over even a mile.
“I know, I know, I know!” shouted Monkey, dancing up and down. “Balloons, balloons, balloons! That’s the way! That’s the—”