“Hey, what’s the paper tied on the peg for?” shouted Teddy to a passing showman.
“That’s the front door, sonny.”
“Funniest looking front door I ever saw,” grunted Teddy.
“He means that’s the place where the people enter and leave their tickets.”
“Oh, yes. That’s what they call the ‘Main Entrance,’” nodded Teddy. “I’ve seen it, but I don’t usually go in that way.”
With the early dawn figures began emerging from several of the wagons. They were a sleepy looking lot, and for a time stood about in various attitudes, yawning, stretching their arms and rubbing their eyes.
“Hey, boy, what town is this?” questioned a red-haired youth, dragging himself toward the two lads.
“Edmeston.”
“Oh, yes. I remember; I was here once before.”
“With a show?” asked Teddy.