"Let that make you keep your eyes open," he growled out, sulkily;
"an' if you get caught in that trap again, you won't be let off so
easy."

Poor little Toby! his heart seemed ready to break; but his few hours'
previous experience had taught him that there was but one thing
to do, and that was to work just as hard as possible, trusting to
some good fortune to enable him to get out of the very disagreeable
position in which he had voluntarily placed himself.

He took the basket of candy that Mr. Jacobs handed him, and
trudged around the circle of seats, selling far more because of
the pitifulness of his face than because of the excellence of his
goods; and even this worked to his disadvantage. Mr. Jacobs was
keen enough to see why his little clerk sold so many goods, and
each time that he returned to the stand he said something to him
in an angry tone, which had the effect of deepening the shadow on
the boy's face and at the same time increasing trade.

By the time the performance was over Toby had in his pocket a
dollar and twenty- five cents which had been given him for himself
by some of the kind hearted in the audience, and he kept his hand
almost constantly upon it, for the money seemed to him like some
kind friend who would help him out of his present difficulties.

After the audience had dispersed, Mr. Jacobs set Toby at work
washing the glasses and clearing up generally, and then the boy
started toward the other portion of the store -- that watched over
by Mr. Lord. Not a person save the watchman was in the tent, and as
Toby went toward the door he saw his friend the monkey sitting in