She
patted my back so softly, and she rubbed my head and she asked her
mother to buy me."
"And did she ?" asked the Calico Clown.
"No, I think not," replied the Lamb. "At least, if she did, I was not
taken away. But I wish, oh, how I wish I could get into a nice home,
such as the Sawdust Doll has."
"I trust you will get your wish," said the Calico Clown. "And I think we
all have the same wish--that we will have kind boys and girls to own us
when we go from here. But now let us be jolly. I'll tell you a funny
riddle."
"Oh, yes, please do!" begged the Lamb. "I love riddles!"
"Let me see, now," mused the Calico Clown, softly banging together his
cymbals. "I think I'll ask you the riddle about the pig. What makes more
noise than a pig under a gate?"
"What kind of gate?" asked the Monkey on a Stick.
"It doesn't make any difference what kind of gate," said the Clown.
"I should think it would," the Monkey stated. "And while you are about
it, why don't you tell us what kind of pig it is?"
"That doesn't make any difference either," said the Clown. "The riddle
is what makes more noise than a pig under a gate.
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