irst, he counted the sausages,
and said that they were two short, and he found the missing two up the
pantaloon's sleeve. Then he ran out of the room and came back with the
sausage-machine; and what do you think he did? He put all the sausages
into the end of the machine that they had issued from, and turned the
handle backward, and then out came the dog at the other end!

Can you picture the joy of David?

He clasped the dear little terrier in his arms; and then we noticed that
there was a sausage adhering to its tail. The pantaloon said we must
have put in a sausage too many, but Joey said the machine had not worked
quite smoothly and that he feared this sausage was the dog's bark, which
distressed David, for he saw how awkward it must be to a dog to have its
bark outside, and we were considering what should be done when the dog
closed the discussion by swallowing the sausage.

After that, David had the most hilarious hour of his life, entering
into the childish pleasures of this family as heartily as if he had been
brought up on sausages, and knocking the pantaloon down repeatedly. You
must not think that he did this viciously; he did it to please the old
gentleman, who begged him to do it, and always shook hands warmly and
said "Thank you," when he had done it. They are quite a simple people.

Joey called David and me "Sonny," and asked David, who addressed him as
"Mr. Clown," to call him Joey. He also told us that the pantaloon's name
was old Joey, and the columbine's Josy, and the harlequin's Joeykin.

We were sorry to hear that old Joey gave him a good deal of trouble.
This was because his memory is so bad that he often forgets whether it
is your head or your feet you should stand on, and he usually begins the
day by standing on the end that happens to get out of bed first. Thus
he requires constant watching, and the worst of it is, you dare not draw
attention to his mistake, he is so shrinkingly sensitive about it. No
sooner had Joey told us this than the poor old fellow began to turn
upside down and stood on his head; but we pretended not to notice, and
talked about the weather until he came to.

Josy and Joeykin, all skirts and spangles, were with us by this time,
for they had been invited to tea. They came in dancing, and danced off
and on most of the time. Even in the middle of what they were saying
they would begin to flutter; it was not so much that they meant to
dance as that the slightest thing set