“I used to be in one,” answered Dido. “In fact I may go back again. I am out now, traveling around with my master who blows a brass horn to gather together the boys and girls. And when they stand in a circle around me I do my tricks and my master takes up the pennies in his hat. It’s lots of fun.”
“Where is your master now?” asked Lightfoot.
“He is asleep, not far away, under a tree. He lets me wander off by myself, for he knows I would not run away. I like him too much and I like the circus. I want to go back to it.”
“I met some one who was in a circus,” said Lightfoot.
“Who?” the dancing bear asked.
“Tinkle, a pony,” answered the goat.
“Why, I know him!” cried Dido. “He is a jolly pony chap. He draws a little boy and girl about in a cart.”
“That’s right,” said Lightfoot. “I did the same thing for the children in the park. Oh, how I wish I were back with my master, Mike,” and he told about his adventures, and the dancing bear told his, speaking of having been put in a book, like Tinkle.
“Do you think you could tell me the way back to the shanty at the foot of the rocks, where I made my first big jump?” asked Lightfoot of Dido, after a while.
The bear thought for a minute.