"Oh, buy it quick! Oh, buy it quick
My red balloon upon a stick."
"That's funny," said Toodle, looking at his brother, who was sitting down on his tail to rest himself. "Do you s'pose that could be the circus elephant? He used to like balloons."
"It doesn't sound like the elephant," answered Noodle. "Still, you never can tell—"
Then the voice, that seemed to come from under the bridge, interrupted the little beaver boy by saying:
"Please buy this red balloon of me.
It is my last one; can't you see?
I'll make the price—Oh, very low.
For just one cent I'll let it go."
"Oh, Toodle!" cried Noodle, "have you a cent? If you have let's buy this balloon!"