A little sawdust was the first thing he looked for.

The circus manager sat in a chair at the edge of a little sawdust ring that had been marked out for the occasion.

Now, when the coffin was opened after the knock had been heard, a little sawdust from the screw holes fell on the carpet.

That night he was almost too happy to sleep, and so much love stirred in his little sawdust heart that it almost burst.