Mr. Miaco enlivened the spirits of those on the hayrack by
climbing to the back of one of the horses drawing the clowns'
wagon, where he sat with a doll's parasol over his head and a
doll in his arms singing a lullaby.
The people who were massed along the sidewalks of the main street
did not appear to mind the rain at all. They were too much
interested in the free show being given for their benefit.
The show people ate dinner with their feet in the mud that day,
the cook tent having been pitched on a barren strip of ground.
"This is where the Armless Wonder has the best of us today,"
nodded Teddy, with his usual keen eye for humor.
"How is that?" questioned Mr. Miaco.
" 'Cause he don't have to put his feet in the mud like the rest
of us do. He keeps them on the table. I wish I could put my
feet on the table."
Everybody within hearing laughed heartily.
In the tents there was little to remind one of the dismal
weather, save for the roar of the falling rain on the canvas
overhead. Straw had been piled all about on the ground inside the
two large tents, and only here and there were there any muddy
spots, though the odor of fresh wet grass was everywhere.
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