The allegorical tableau-car solemnly waggles past, Europe, and Asia,
and Africa, and Australia brilliant in grease-paint and gorgeous
cheesecloth robes. And can you guess who the fat lady is up on the
very tip-top of all, on the tip-top where the wobble is the worst?
Our own Columbia! It must be fine to ride around that way all
dressed up in a flag. But a sourer lot of faces you never saw in
your life. No. I am wrong. For downright melancholy and
despondency you must wait till the funny old clown comes along in
his little bit of a buggy drawn by a little bit of a donkey.
"And, oh, looky! Here comes the elephants, just the same as in the
joggerfy books. And see the men walking beside them. They come
from the place the elephants do. See, they have on the clothes
they wear in that country. Don't they look proud? Who wouldn't be
proud to get to walk with an elephant? And if you ever do anything
to an elephant to make him mad, he'll always remember it, and some
day he'll get even with you. One time there was a man, and he gave
an elephant a chew of tobacco, and - O-o-ooh! See that man in the
cage with the lions! Don't it just make the cold chills run over
you? I wouldn't be there for a million dollars, would you, ma?
"What they laughing at down the street? Ma, make Lizzie get down;
she's right in my way.
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