“What is the matter with you?” asked Dido. “You seem frightened.”
“I am frightened,” said Blackie. “A lot of bad boys were chasing me and throwing stones at me. I ran as fast as I could, but they nearly caught me. But I saw this big white house and I ran in it. Then I saw a place to hide under the straw in your cage-wagon, and I jumped up here.”
“And you are very welcome,” said Dido kindly. “I am glad you got away from the boys. But this is not a white house, though I thought it was myself, at first.”
“What is it?” asked Blackie.
“It is a circus tent. If you like you may stay and see me do my tricks.”
“Thank you, I would like to stay,” spoke Blackie, “but you see I am trying to find my way home. I am lost.”
“Lost!” exclaimed Dido. “That’s what happened to Don, the runaway dog. He knows Tum Tum, our jolly elephant.”
“Was Don lost?” asked Blackie.
“Yes, but he found his home again.”