"Oh, how nice!" said Mrs. Mullarkey. "They will be tickets to paradise
to you. Now you'll get to see the circus, after all. But you must be
about starved."

"We are, almost," Jerry admitted.

"Gee, my arms ache," Chris remarked.

"You boys had better rub each other's backs with liniment while I get
your breakfast," Mother 'Larkey said, getting a bottle down from the
cupboard.

"Did Danny get a ticket, too?" Celia Jane asked.

"No," said Chris.

"Why, where is Danny?" inquired his mother.

"I don't know," replied Chris. "He was asleep when we left. We tried to
wake him but he wouldn't get up."

"Land's sakes!" exclaimed Mrs. Mullarkey. "He must still be upstairs,
fast asleep! I heard you calling him and then heard you tiptoeing
downstairs and out of the house and thought he was with you." She went
to the foot of the stairs and called and the sleepy voice of Danny
answered:

"All right. Is it time for the circus to unload?"

"It unloaded hours ago," she replied, "and Chris and Jerry have got back