All at once some other men began taking down, off pegs in the tent poles, red blankets, strings of bells, gaily colored plumes and harness.
“What is going on?” asked Tinkle.
“Oh, they are going to dress us up, and hitch us to a little golden wagon to go in the parade,” said Prancer.
“Do you think I am to go?” asked Tinkle.
“I think not this time,” answered Tiny Tim. “You see you don’t know much about a circus yet, and you might be frightened by the big crowds and the noise. Then, too, you wouldn’t know how to pull the golden chariot in which a lady rides, dressed up like a fairy princess.”
“Oh, that must be fine!” cried Tinkle.
“It is. But you’ll be in it soon, so don’t worry,” put in Prancer. “We’ll be back by noon.”
The men hitched up the ponies and led them out of the tent to where the golden chariot stood.
“This new pony is a very pretty one,” said the man Tom to one of his helpers. “When he is trained he’ll go in the parade too.”