But that didn’t suit Poor Cecco at all. He was tired of sitting still by now, and his tail was quite stiff and painful from so much thumping. He was glad enough to slip his head out of the collar and let the little dog take his place again.
“Business in all very well,” he said, “but my friend and I came out to see the world, and I’ve only seen part of it as yet. Still I’ve learned how money can be made, and that’s always useful if you happen to want it.” And he thanked him kindly and went on his way, though not before the little dog had insisted on Poor Cecco accepting four pennies, three for himself and one over for his friend.
“Bulka will be pleased with this!” thought Poor Cecco.
But when he turned round to look for Bulka, Bulka wasn’t there!
