The Circus Boys on the Flying Rings : or, Making the Start in the Sawdust Life by Edgar B. P. Darlington
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"I did a little work for him. Helped get the lion's cage
straightened up. How about it--are you going in on my pass?" "N-o-o," drawled Teddy. "Might get me into bad habits to go in on a pass. I'd rather sneak in under the tent when the boss isn't looking." CHAPTER V WHEN THE BANDS PLAYED Phil started for the Widow Cahill's on the run after having procured his tickets. "Here's a ticket for the circus, Mrs. Cahill," he shouted, bursting into the room, with excited, flushed face. "What's this you say--the circus? Land sakes, I haven't seen one since I was--well, since I was a girl. I don't know." "You'll go, won't you?" urged Phil. "Of course, I'll go," she made haste to reply, noting the disappointment in his face over her hesitation. "And thank you very much." "Shall I come and get you, Mrs. Cahill, or can you get over to the circus grounds alone?" |
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