“Are you? I believe I’ll go, too. I am so fond of milk.” So Rover hurried along up the road after the goat.
Just as they turned into the road, who should come jumping along but Tabby the cat.
“Well, well!” he meowed. “When did the circus come to town, Rover?”
“This is not a circus parade,” said the dog, the goat, the calf, and Piggie all at once, as they ran on.
“Then, where are you going, Rover?” again meowed Tabby.
“Going with Billie,” barked Rover.
“‘my, that’s good!’”
“Where are you going, Billie?” “Going with Bossie.”