The green wrapper hung most loosely about
Danny's small, slim figure, great folds almost touching the ground,
while the brown trunk and the blue, beaver-like tail waggled and wiggled
about until they met between the front and hind legs of the elephant.
There was something about that awkward elephant that made Jerry feel all
friendly inside and struck the chord of envy in his heart. He was not at
all inclined to laugh when the cap with the very floppy
palm-leaf-fan-ears attached fell off, as Danny started to gallop around
the woodshed on all fours to see if the costume was all right.
Celia Jane now came dancing out of the house in her white frock, her
hair loose and flowing for the pony's mane, while pinned to the back of
her dress, at the waist line, was her mother's switch to represent the
pony's tail. The strands of gray in the black hair did not match with
the brown of the pony's mane, but that presented no difficulties to the
imagination of the circus performers.
"Come on!" Celia Jane called. "Let's play circus.
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