The manager tugged at his mustache and seemed distressed.
"I wish you'd let me do something for you, ma'am," he said wistfully. "If you don't want the little girl to take the money, how about a pass? I own most of this show and I'll write her out a pass in a minute that will take her into most anything she wants to see."
Mrs. Williamson laughed and explained that Margy was one of a party of six children who had come to the carnival.
"That's all right—I'll be glad to give 'em all passes," said the manager heartily. "You say the word and these kids can have the run of the show. We've got as fine a side show over on the other lot as you'll see in the best circus going."
He was so anxious to do something for Margy that Mrs. Williamson did not want to decline the passes. So she said that the children would be delighted, and within a few moments Margy had six bright-colored bits of pasteboards that would, the manager told her, "let her in free" to any of the carnival attractions.
"And don't miss the side show, or you'll always regret it," he finished earnestly.
Mrs. Williamson and Margy went back to the rest of their party, and maybe those children's eyes didn't pop out when Margy showed them the passes and explained what they meant.
"Can you get ice cream cones with 'em?" Ward wanted to know.
"Are they good for any time?" demanded Fred. "Then, let's come every day and see something different."
Mrs. Williamson laughed and shook her head.