"I like circuses so much! I wish I lived here all the time, and slept in a wagon, as you did, and had these dear little colties to play with." "It wouldn't be fun if you didn't have any folks to take care of you," began Ben, thoughtfully looking about the familiar place where the men were now feeding the animals, setting their refreshment tables, or lounging on the hay to get such rest as they could before the evening entertainment.

Suddenly he started, gave a long look, then turned to Bab, and thrusting Sancho's strap into her hand, said, hastily: "I see a fellow I used to know.

May be he can tell me something about father.

Don't you stir till I come back." Then he was off like a shot, and Bab saw him run after a man with a bucket who bad been watering the zebra.

Sancho tried to follow, but was checked with an impatient,-- "No, you can't go! What a plague you are, tagging around when people don't want you." Sancho might have answered, "So are you," but, being a gentlemanly dog, he sat down with a resigned expression to watch the little colts, who were now awake and seemed ready for a game of bo-peep behind their mammas.