"Of course. Largest size, I believe. How _very_ clever you are!" said the Sheep, admiringly. "By the way," she added, confidentially, "do you happen to know what a tapir is?" "I believe it's something to light, like a candle," said Dorothy. "Does it ever go out of its own accord?" inquired the Sheep. "It _ought_ not to," said Dorothy. "Then that accounts for the trouble we've had," said the Sheep, with a satisfied air. "Those two tapirs dancing over there are always in everybody's way, and we've had to _put_ them out over and over again." This sounded like a joke; but the Sheep was so serious that Dorothy didn't dare to laugh, so she said, by way of continuing the conversation, "I don't see any birds here." "Oh dear, no!" exclaimed the Sheep; "you see, this is really a quadrupedrille. Of course _you're_ all right, because it's precisely as if you were dancing on your hind feet. In fact," she added, nodding approvingly, "you look almost as well as if you were." "Thank you!" said Dorothy, laughing. "There was a seal that wanted to join," the Sheep went on. "He pressed us very hard, but he never made the slightest impression on us;" and there was a twinkle in the Sheep's eyes as she said this, so that Dorothy felt morally certain it _was_ a joke this time; but, before she could make any reply, the Elephant called out "Recess!" and the animals all stopped dancing and began walking about and fanning themselves with little portfolios which they produced in such a mysterious manner that Dorothy couldn't see where in the world they came from. "Now, look here," said the Elephant,--he seemed to be a sort of Master of Ceremonies, and the animals all clustered about him as he said this,--"why can't _she_ dance with the Camel?" and he pointed out Dorothy with his portfolio. "She can!" shouted the animals in chorus. "Come on, Sarah!"--and the Camel, who had been moping in a corner with her head against the wall, came forward with a very sulky expression on her face. "Her name is Sahara," whispered the Sheep, plucking at Dorothy's frock to attract her attention, "but we call her Sarah to save time. She's kind of grumpy now because the other Camel stayed away, but she'll titter like a turtle when she gets to dancing." "I don't know what relation she is to Humphrey," thought Dorothy, as the Camel took her by the hand, "but she's certainly big enough to be his great-grandmother ten times over." Before she had time to think any more about it, however, the Elephant called out, "Ladies change!" and the dancing began again harder than ever.