"May I buy one too, Grandfather?" asked Mary Jane.
"Just as you like," said Grandfather. "It's your money." And for the first time she remembered the purse with the two nickels that she had all the time held tightly clutched in her hand! She bought the cone and ate it as she watched the circus—calmly indifferent to the fact that it was leaking onto her pretty pink dress. You simply can't notice everything at a circus!
Finally the great show was over. The last of the Cinderella parade slipped behind the curtains and folks began to hurry home. Grandfather took hold of each child and together they climbed over the seats till they reached the safe ground.
"Shall we look at the animals again?" he asked.
"We might try," said Mary Jane doubtfully, "but my looking don't see!"
"Poor child," said Grandfather as he suddenly realized how tired the little girl must be. "I expect your 'lookers' are tired enough to go home." He picked her up and set her on his shoulder and then, grasping John's hand firmly, he made his way out of the crowd.
"But I can't go home yet!" exclaimed John, when he saw they were leaving the grounds. "I haven't spent all my money!"
"Well, we can't go home with any money left, that's a sure thing!" laughed Grandfather. "What do you want to get?"
"Another ice cream cone," said John, as he spied a man going by with a tray.
"All right," said Grandfather, "do you want one too, Pussy?"