"Circus!" he shouted. "I might have known it! I might have
known it! You and that Tucker boy are two of a kind. You'll
both come to some bad ending. Only fools and questionable
characters go to such places--"
"My mother and father went, and they always took me," replied the
boy, drawing himself up with dignity. "You certainly do not
include them in either of the two classes you have named?"
"So much the worse for them! So much the worse for them. They
were a pair of--"
"Uncle, Uncle!" warned Phil. "Please don't say anything against
my parents. I won't stand it. Don't forget that my mother was
your own sister, too."
"I'm not likely to forget it, after she's bundled such a baggage
as you into my care. You're turning out a worthless, good-for-
nothing loaf--"
"You haven't said whether or not I might go to the circus,
Uncle," reminded Phil.
"Circus? No! I'll have none of my money spent on any such
worthless--"
"But I didn't ask you to spend your money, even though you have
plenty of it. I said I would earn the money--"
"You'll have a chance to earn it, and right quick at that. No,
you won't go to any circus so long as you're living under my
roof.
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