which always seemed to give Danny so much enjoyment.

"Jerry _Elbow_," said Danny, putting so much sarcasm into pronouncing
the name as to make it almost unbelievable that it could be a name.
"What kind of a name is that--Elbow! Might as well be Neck--or Foot."

"It's just as good as Danny Mullarkey!" declared Jerry.

"There's nothing the matter with your name, Jerry," interposed Nora.
"Eat the core of your apple," she continued, pointing at it, forgotten,
but still clutched tightly in his fist.

"I don't want the old core," said Jerry and threw it against the
billboard.

Celia Jane ran after it, grabbed it eagerly, wiped it off on her skirt
and popped it into her mouth.

"Celia Jane!" called Nora, "Don't you eat that core after it's been in
the dirt."

But Celia Jane had quickly chewed and swallowed it. "It's gone," she
said. "Besides, it wasn't dirty enough to amount to anything."

Jerry had returned to contemplation of the elephant jumping the fence,
when a youthful voice called from across the street, "Look at it good,
kid. I guess it's about all of the circus you'll see."

Jerry and the Mullarkey children turned and faced the speaker. It was
"Darn" Darner, the ten-year old son of Timothy Darner, the county