ch, bumping against the hillocks and bits of rock--sometimes leaping
into the air and then clinging close to the ground, but going faster and
faster every minute.

"Dear me," said Twinkle, looking after it; "I'm afraid the Rolling Stone
will get hurt."

"No danger of that," replied the Bear. "It's as hard as a rock, and not
a thing in the gulch could hurt it a bit. But our friend would have to
roll a long time to get back here again, so we won't wait. Come along,
my dear."

He held out his paw again, and Twinkle took it with one of her hands
while she carried the pail with the other, and so managed to get over
the rough ground very easily.

Chapter V
The Cave of the Waterfall

BEFORE long they came to the entrance to the cave, and as it looked dark
and gloomy from without Twinkle drew back and said she guessed she
wouldn't go in.

"But it's quite light inside," said the bear, "and there's a pretty
waterfall there, too. Don't be afraid, Twinkle; I'll take good care of
you."

So the girl plucked up courage and permitted him to lead her into the
cave; and then she was glad she had come, instead of being a 'fraid-cat.
For the place was big and roomy, and there were many cracks in the roof,
that admitted plenty of light and air. Around the side walls were
several pairs of big ears, which seemed to have been carved out of the
rock. These astonished the little girl.

"What are the ears for?" she asked.

"Don't walls have ears where you live?" returned the Bear, as if
surprised.

"I've heard they do," she answered, "but I've never seen any before."

At the back of the cave was a little, tinkling waterfall, that splashed
into a pool beneath with a sound that was very like music. Near this was
a square slab of rock, a little raised above the level of the floor.

"Kindly take a seat, my dear," said the bear, "and I'll try to amuse
you, and at the same time prove that I can dance."

So to the music of the waterfall the bear began dancing. He climbed upon
the flat stone, made a graceful bow to Twinkle, and then balanced
himself first upon one foot and then upon the other, and swung slowly
around in a circle, and then back again.

"How do you like it?" he asked.

"I don't care much for it," said Twinkle. "I believe I could do better
myself."

"But you are not a bear," he answered. "Girls ought to dance better than
bears, you know. But not every bear can dance. If I had a hand-organ to
make the music, instea