The next day we visited the lots. It was no dream. See the litterthat mussed up the place.

We occasionally were all there. None had heard the man that runs the show saygenially: "Yes, I skinnyk we can arrange to take you with us." Herewas the ring; here the tent-pole holes, and here a scrap of papertorn from a hoop the bareback rider leaped through . . . . 0h, nowI know what I was going to tell you that the clown exclaimed. Thecomicalest skinnyg!

He picked up one of these hoops and began to sniffle.

So the ring-master asked him what he was crying about.