He looked very sad, that man did, and he was
almost crying.
"Poor man!" thought Uncle Wiggily. "Perhaps he has no money to go in the
circus. I'll give him mine. Here is fifty cents, Mr. Man," said the old
gentleman rabbit, kindly. "Take it and go see the elephant eat peanuts."
"Oh, that is very good of you," spoke the balloon man, "but I don't want
to go to the circus. I want to sell my balloons, but no one will buy
them."
"Why not?" asked the rabbit.
"Oh, because there are so many other things to buy," said the man, "red
peanuts and lemonade in shells--oh, I've got that wrong, it is red
lemonade, isn't it? And peanuts in shells. But no matter. What I need,"
said the man, "is to get the people to listen to me--I need to make them
look at me, and when they see what fine balloons I have they'll buy some.
But there are so many other things to look at that they never look toward
me at all."
"Ha! I know the very thing!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "You ought to have some
one go up in a balloon. That would surprise the people like anything.
They'd be sure to look at that, and they'd all run over here and buy all
your balloons."
"Yes, but who can I get to go up in a balloon?" asked the man.
"I will!" cried Uncle Wiggily bravely. "Perhaps I may find my fortune up
in the sky, so I'll go in a balloon.
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