At such times he can make
more noise than the steam calliope."
"He seems to me to be a pretty fine sort of a man, even if he is
gruff," suggested Phil.
"The best ever," agreed several clowns. "You'll look a long way
before you'll find a better showman, or a better man to his help,
than Jim Sparling. Ever been in the show business, kid?"
Phil shook his head.
"Anybody'd think you always had been, the way you take hold of
things. I'll bet you'll be in it before you are many years
older."
"I'd like to," glowed the lad.
"Ask the boss."
"No, he wouldn't want me. There is nothing I could do now, I
guess."
Further conversation was interrupted by the bugle's song
announcing the disbanding of the parade, the right of the line
having already reached the circus lot.
The clowns piled from the hayrack like a cataract, the cataract
having all the colors of the rainbow.
Phil, not to be behind, followed suit, though he did not quite
understand what the rush was about. He ran until he caught up
with Miaco.
"What's the hurry about?" he questioned.
"Parade's over. Got to hurry and get dinner, so as to be ready
for the afternoon performance.
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