and his fiddle. He was going to find
a brother who lived in the north of
Russia, but, somehow, he had lost —
his way. He had had nothing to
eat for two days. Poor man! It
was no wonder that he fell down in
the snow faint with hunger. If it
had not been for Beppo, the monkey,
and those kind little children he
would surely have frozen to death.
Beppo had a good dinner that day,
as well as his master. How the
children did laugh when he danced
a jig and turned head over heels! He
had a little gun and a cap and coat
just like a soldier’s. When his
master made a sign with his finger,
Beppo would take the gun and
make believe load it; then he would