“Yes, I can dance. Wait, I’ll show you,” and in a little glade in the woods Dido began to dance slowly about.
[“That’s fine!” said Lightfoot. “I wish I could dance.”]
“Can you do any tricks?” asked Dido. “I can play soldier, turn somersaults and things like that.”
“I can draw children about the park in a little cart,” said the goat, “and I am a good jumper, I’ll show you,” and he gave a big jump from a log to a large, flat rock.
“You are a good jumper,” said Dido. “That is much farther than I could jump. Some of the men in the circus could jump farther than that, though.”
“What do you know about a circus?” asked Lightfoot.
