"
"It's a wonder they let you in at all, then."
"They didn't; at least not until I had wrung the water out of my
trousers and twisted my hair up into a regular top-knot. Then I
crawled in behind the kitchen stove and got dried out after a
while. But I got my supper. I always do."
"Yes; I never knew you to go without meals."
"Sorry you ain't going to the circus tomorrow, Phil."
"I am. Teddy, I'm free. I can do as I like now. Yes, I'll go
to the circus with you, and maybe if I can earn some money
tonight I'll treat you to red lemonade and peanuts."
"Hooray!" shouted Teddy, tossing his hat high in the air.
CHAPTER IV
THE CIRCUS COMES TO TOWN
The Sparling Combined Shows came rumbling into Edmeston at about
three o'clock the next morning. But, early as was the hour, two
boys sat on the Widow Cahill's door-yard fence watching the
wagons go by.
The circus was one of the few road shows that are now traveling
through the country, as distinguished from the great modern
organizations that travel by rail with from one to half a dozen
massive trains. The Sparling people drove from town to town.
They carried twenty-five wagons, besides a band wagon, a
wild-west coach and a calliope.
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