Stubbs, Mr. Stubbs, how lonesome we are! If we was only
at Uncle Dan'l's we'd be the two happiest people in all this world.
We could play on the hay, or go up to the pasture, or go down to
the village; an' I'd work my fingers off if I could only be there
just once more. It was wicked for me to run away, an' now I'm
gettin' paid for it."
He hugged the monkey closely, swaying his body to and fro, and
presenting a perfect picture of grief. The monkey, not knowing what
to make of this changed mood, cowered whimperingly in his arms,
looking up into his face, and licking the boy's hands whenever he
had the opportunity.
It was some time before Toby's grief exhausted itself; and then,
still clasping the monkey, he hurried out of the woods toward the
town and the now thoroughly hated circus tents.
The clocks were just striking one as Toby entered the inclosure
used by the show as a place of performance, and, remembering his
engagement with the skeleton and his wife, he went directly to
their tent. From the odors which assailed him as he entered, it was
very evident that a feast of no mean proportions was in course of
preparation, and Toby's keen appetite returned in full vigor. Even
the monkey seemed affected by the odor, for he danced about on his
master's shoulder, and chattered so that Toby was obliged to choke
him a little in order to make him present a respectable appearance.
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