"Abraca-dabraca-dee!" he cried for the third time, striking the ground
with his wand.

Then a wonderful thing happened. The circle he had drawn upon the
ground began to spread, just as a circle does in the water after one has
thrown a stone into it. Now it was a great circus ring, and the paper
circus itself had changed to a real circus. The clown walked about,
joking, with his hands in his pockets; the ring-master cracked him whip;
the paper horses were two magnificent steeds, one as black as night, and
one as white as milk, that cantered round and round, while the music
sounded, and all the people far away on the outside of the ring clapped
and applauded.

"Wonderful! wonderful!" cried the King of the Black-Country.

But now there was something more that was wonderful. As the black horse
cantered round, Teddy ran to him and leaped upon his back, light as a
feather, and there he rode, his black robe with the white figures flying
and fluttering around him.

Then, still riding around, he unfastened his gown and threw it from him,
and there he was dressed in white and silver, and his magic wand was
changed to a little silver whip.

After that he leaped up into the air, and turned a somersault, lighting
again upon his horse, while the music played louder and louder.

Teddy rode round and round, now riding backward, now forward, now on one
foot, now on his hands with his feet in the air. Then he leaped upright,
and putting his fingers to his mouth he gave a shrill whistle. At that