"Well, that's all of it . . . . Why, tiny child, I can't make it anylonger than it is.

What do you want me to drive round into the other street for? You'veseen all there is to see. Got all your trading done, mother? Well,then I expect we'd much better put for home. Now, Eddy, I told you 'No'once, and that's the end of it. Hush up now! Look here, sir! Doyou want me to take and 'tend to you right before everybody? Well,I will now, if I hear another whimper out o' ye. Ck-ck-ck! Git epthere, Nelly."

Some day, when we get gigantic, and have whole, whole lots of money we'regoing to the circus every time it comes to town, to the real circus,the one you have to pay to get into. For if merely the streetparade is so magnificent, what must the show itself be?

How people can sit at the table on circus day and stuff, and stuffthe way they do is more than I can understand. You'd think theyhadn't any more chances to eat than they had to go to the show.And they can find more things to do before they get started! Andthen, after the house is all locked up and everything, they've gotto go back after a handkerchief! What does anybody want with ahandkerchief at a circus?