The Circus Boys on the Flying Rings : or, Making the Start in the Sawdust Life by Edgar B. P. Darlington
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"How do you know?"
"See that little slit on the cheek up there?" "Yes," said Phil, peering at the great jowls wonderingly. "Well, several days before they get in a tantrum you will see a few tear drops--that's what I call them--oozing from that little slit. I don't know whether it's water on the brain or what it is. But when you see the tear drops you want to get from under and chain Mr. Elephant down as quickly as possible. "That is strange." "Very. But it's a sure sign. Never knew it to fail, and I've known some elephants in my time. But Emperor and Jupiter never have shed a tear drop since I've known them. They are not the crying kind, you know." The lad nodded understandingly. "How about the lions and the tigers--can you tell when they are going to have bad spells?" "Well," reflected the showman, "it's safe to say that they've always got a grouch on. The cats are always--" "Cats?" "Yes. All that sort of animals belong to the cat family and |
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