on Monday.




CHAPTER VII

THE CIRCUS PROCESSION

It was a bright, sunshiny morning when the theatre party reached
Lesborough. Not a cloud was to be seen in the sky, and Augustus was in
capital spirits, for he thought that if the fine weather lasted, his
profits would be larger than usual.

On the road leading to the town they passed several small shows bound for
the same destination. There was the show of 'The Lancashire Lass,''The
Exhibition of the Performing Little Pigs,''Roderick Polglaze's Living
Curiosities,' and 'The Show of the Giant Horse.' Augustus knew the
proprietor of nearly every caravan that passed them, and they exchanged
greetings by the way, and congratulated each other on the fine weather
which seemed to be before them.

Then they drew near the town, and heard a tremendous noise in the distance.
As they entered the main street, they saw a cloud of dust in front of them,
and then an immense crowd of people. Rosalie and her mother came to the
door of the caravan and looked out.

Presently the dust cleared away, and showed them a glittering gilded car,
which was coming towards them, surrounded by throngs of boys and girls, men
and women.