“Camel’s plush robe, and costumes and things,” said Zebra.
“Oh, you mean ‘s-e-w-e-d!’” cried Kangaroo.
“Oh, you mean ‘s-o-w-e-d!’” apologized Zebra.
And amid the laughter that followed Dan assisted the Pretty Lady to the back of the White-White Horse.
“You’ll come again, some day?” asked Lion, as the golden-haired one waved them a smiling farewell.
“Some day,” she replied. And, giving full rein to her steed, she galloped down the length of the tent. As the White-White Horse nosed his way through the wall, the animals caught a glimpse of the first dartling beams of a far-distant star. The Pretty Lady seemed to regard the beams for a moment, as if trying to make up her mind whether they would quite do for spangle needles. Then the wall closed again and the Lady, the White-White Horse and the star passed from view, while all of the animals hurried back to their places, still discussing the spangles that were made from the dew.
CHAPTER XI
IN WHICH THE ANIMALS PLAY AT CIRCUS AND DAN PROMISES A STORY
It was but a few evenings following that upon which the Pretty Lady had set out in quest of the spangle needles. Diggeldy Dan had mounted to his place on Hippo’s broad back, and Lion had taken his in front of the group, when the clattering crew made a startling discovery:
Monkey was missing!
Look where they would, he was nowhere to be found; call as they would, he gave no answering sound.