But when it rained, and there was no one to watch Dido do his tricks, of course no money came into the hat, and when there were no pennies there was not so much to eat. So you see, after all, rain is not any too good for a dancing bear.
But after a while the clouds rolled away, the sun came out and Dido and his masters were glad. Once more they started off down the country roads, Tom tooting on the horn and George putting Dido through his tricks.
One day after Dido had done his dance in the streets of a small city his two masters saw another man, like themselves. This man had a hand-organ and a monkey, and he went about making music while the monkey collected pennies in his red hat. Tom and George stopped for a minute to talk to the hand-organ man, whom they had known years before.
“What is your name?” asked Dido of the monkey, when they found their masters paying no attention to them.
“Jacko,” answered the monkey. “What’s yours?”
“Dido; and I can dance. Can you?”
“No, but I can gather pennies in my hat. Can you do that?”
Dido said he could not. He did not have a hat, anyhow. The bear and monkey talked together, just as their masters were doing, but in a different way of course. Then Jacko said:
“I have a cousin, a monkey named Mappo. Did you ever see him?”
“No,” replied Dido, “but I have met Don, the runaway dog, and Tum Tum, the jolly elephant.”