e body of funny men sang a song in front of Mrs. Cahill's house, w

in a graceful leap, causing the Widow Cahill to gasp her amazement. The rider was none other than Little Dimples, the star ba

e kindness of his heart, he shrewdly reasoned that it would make good business for the show as well. That

end, Mrs. Robinson, otherwise known as

d smiled, not the le

pony, Phil. The pony is p

Robinson's pony, Cinders, who, though he cannot talk, c

teeth until it sounded to the little gathering as if he

with Mrs. Cahill,

e Dim

hands with horses. Teddy and Phil, however, each grasped the pony's extended foot, giving

he carried. "You would spoil him in no time. I must be going, now. I hope we shall see you at the

idow

ng to dine with us under the cook tent

will b

t bounding over the fence. A moment more and she had taken her place in

lowed Mrs. Cahill. "Did you say th

es

ooks like a

n I first saw her. But she

hill. "You never can tell abou

band was still playing as if its very existence depended upon keeping up the noise, while the white horses attached to the

the bulls,"

I see

Cahill. "I didn't know th

people call the elep

w-talk now. We have a

you do?" grumb

in front got on

yes and gazed off

is he is carrying. That's queer. I never saw h

N

ir attention to making out what it

a basket of flowers,"

handing him a bouqu

nly looks

believe he is c

into my front yard? Mercy me!" e

hurt a little baby. I hope he does c

l trample them all down and afte

he comes,"

ine and entered the garden gate. Turning to the left they headed dire

They're ruined,"

ee," answered Phil, his

until he had stepped clear of the first bed of flowers. The same thing happened when he got to th

dering. A sudden impulse stirred her

d a restraining hand

e reassured. "Empero

he is of your lawn a

coming here fo

n front of the porch, the elephant's little ey

d Phil. "Did somebody presen

o open her eyes in wonder. A card was tied to the handle of the basket with a big pink ribbon. Phil beg

eror cautiously got down on his knees, keeping

sent a basket of flowers to you in the name of Mr. Sparling himself, and the show peopl

ee what was going to happen. Phil was smiling broadly, while Ted

owers to the lady," c

ending the basket toward her inch by inch, while th

e trunk re

t," sai

asket with a mutt

Emperor," direc

his hind legs until he stood almost as high as the widow's cottag

back, her chair tipped over and she landed in