It was on the fifth day after she of whom Dan spoke had brought him the message from Too-Bo-Tan and, with all the animals of Spangleland gathered about him, the old clown had been telling them of her and the blue bird. “Yes,” nodded Camel, “she is the Fairy of the Circus. I have heard my father describe her.” “But I like the other name best,” spoke up Seal. “‘The Pretty Lady with the Blue-Blue Eyes!’ When my family and I go into the great white tent to perform, we often catch a glimpse of the riders as they pass on their way from the rings. They are much like that—all pretty ladies with mounts like the White-White Horse.” “I wish we could see her,” mused Leopard. “Let’s send her a message,” suggested Ostrich. “But how?” queried Kangaroo. “We’ve no one to send and, even if we had, where in the world should we send him?” “Diggeldy Dan,” said Lion, “what have you to suggest?” “Well,” answered Dan, “I know this much: and that is that the Pretty Lady went away toward the west. I like to believe that she makes her home in the sunset.” “Why, if that’s the case, then that’s not far from here,” broke in Elephant. Even while Elephant was speaking, Giraffe came forward and picked up the chalk. Then, striding to the side of a cage, he scrawled on its face: “Not far at all—looking through eaves space in tent—this very evening—saw sun set just back of hill—’bout a mile from here—Giraffe.” “Not more than a mile!” cried Tiger, “Only a mile!” Then he paused and looked rather foolish. For how were they to reach over even a mile. “I know, I know, I know!” shouted Monkey, dancing up and down. “Balloons, balloons, balloons! That’s the way! That’s the—” “Hold on there, Monkey,” interrupted Lion. “Not so fast and, for goodness’ sake, don’t get so excited. Besides, I, for one, know of no balloons in this vicinity.” “No, no, I don’t mean truly big balloons,” explained Monkey. “Wait a minute and I’ll show you!” And away he dashed down the menagerie tent and was back in a twinkling, waving a great cluster of toy balloons over his head. “Monkey,” admitted Lion, as he took the balloons, “I must confess that your head is ofttimes much longer than mine. Of course, you mean—” “To write our message, tie it to the balloons and get the east wind to carry it over the hill to the place where Giraffe saw the sun go down,” finished Monkey. And then the excitement that followed! The writing of the message fell to Diggeldy Dan and, after no end of changes—all, of course, for the better—there appeared these words written on a corner that had been torn from the great circus poster: “Dear Pretty Lady with the Blue-Blue Eyes, At Sunset House, just over the hill: “We all want you to visit us. We all promise to be very quiet. “Please come at half-past twilight, to-morrow. (Signed) “Animals of Spangleland, “By: Diggeldy Dan, Secretary.