And Dido and Jacko did have enough. Never before had they had such a fine feast. I forget just how much money the bear men and the hand-organ man had to pay, but it was quite a sum, for the monkey and bear had eaten many buns, pies, cookies and cakes. A bear is very big, and when he is hungry he can eat much.
“You will have to do a lot of dancing and tricks to make up for all the bakery things you took,” said George to Dido. But the bear did not mind that, for he had had so many good things to eat.
For two or three days more Dido traveled on with his masters, going from place to place, in towns and little villages where the bear did his tricks.
And the people, especially the boys and girls, liked them so much that they tossed many cents and dimes into the hat of George, so that he had enough to buy things for himself, for Tom and for Dido, and the bear did not have to go in any more bake shops all by himself.
Sometimes when Dido was doing his tricks, dogs would gather outside the crowd of people watching, and would bark. For the dogs were a bit afraid of the bear, and did not like him. That is why they barked.
Once a dog who did not know that Dido was tame, and was kind and good, tried to bite the dancing bear.
Dido was now so large and strong that he might easily have hurt the dog badly by one blow of his big paw. But instead of doing that Dido just gently pushed the dog out of the way, and over into a watering trough, where horses drank.
When the people saw this they laughed, and then that dog did not feel much like biting Dido. The dog was ashamed of himself, and away he ran, with his tail tucked between his legs.
“Good bear!” said George. “That’s the way to treat barking dogs.”
Another time in a small town, where Dido was doing his tricks in the park, a team of horses were driven past. They smelled the wild smell of the bear, which was more plain to them than to the people, and started to run away.