“Is it fashionable to be in a book?” asked Tinkle. “I have quite a stylish pony cart here, as you can see, so if being in a book is—”
“Of course it’s fashionable to be in a book!” exclaimed Dido. “You should see the funny pictures of me in my book.”
And I might say, right here, that the books that Dido spoke of really exist, besides others about different animals. And this book is about Tinkle, as you can see for yourself. Maybe the little pony will be quite surprised when he finds what has been set down about him.
“Toot! Toot! Toot!” blew the horn again, and the man who owned Dido, having picked up all the apples he wanted, came walking along the road. Dido had been in a circus for some time, but now he was out again, traveling around the country doing tricks.
“Ah, you have met a friend, I see, Dido!” remarked the man, who had little gold rings in his ears. “A little pony, eh? Well, where there is a pony there must be children, and I think they will like to see your tricks, Dido. Come, we’ll get ready for them.”
The man blew another merry tune on his horn, and just then George and Mabel came running out of the house, ready to go driving in the pony cart.
“Oh, see the bear!” cried Mabel.
“And look at what he is doing!” added George. For, just then the man told Dido to turn a somersault, and this the bear did.
“That’s one of my tricks,” said Dido to Tinkle, though of course George and Mabel did not know the two animals were speaking to one another, for they talked in a low whisper.