You don't know half how good a place
Guilford is, Mr. Stubbs."
The monkey chattered away as if he were anticipating lots of fun
on his arrival at Toby's home, and the boy chattered back, his
spirits rising at every step which took him farther away from the
collection of tents where he had spent so many wretched hours.
A brisk walk of half an hour sufficed to take Toby to the woods,
and after some little search he found a thick clump of bushes in
which he concluded he could sleep without the risk of being seen
by anyone who might pass that way before he should be awake in the
morning.
He had not much choice in the way of a bed, for it was so dark in
the woods that it was impossible to collect moss or leaves to make
a soft resting place, and the few leaves and pine boughs which he
did gather made his place for sleeping but very little softer.
But during the ten weeks that Toby had been with the circus his
bed had seldom been anything softer than the seat of the wagon,
and it troubled him very little that he was to sleep with nothing
but a few leaves between himself and the earth.
Using the bundle in which was his riding costume for a pillow,
and placing the lunch Mrs. Treat had given him near by, where the
monkey could not get at it conveniently, he cuddled Mr. Stubbs up
to his bosom and lay down to sleep.
"Mr. Lord won't wake us up in the mornin' an' swear at us for not
washin' the tumblers," said Toby, in a tone of satisfaction, to the
monkey; "an' we won't have to go into the tent tomorrow an' sell
sick lemonade an' poor peanuts.
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