“Manager gave them to me.”
“What for?”
“I did a little work for him. Helped get the lion’s cage straightened up. How about it—are you going in on my pass?”
“N-o-o,” drawled Teddy. “Might get me into bad habits to go in on a pass. I’d rather sneak in under the tent when the boss isn’t looking.”
CHAPTER V.
WHEN THE BANDS PLAYED
Phil started for the Widow Cahill’s on the run after having procured his tickets. “Here’s a ticket for the circus, Mrs. Cahill,” he shouted, bursting into the room, with excited, flushed face.
“What’s this you say—the circus? Land sakes, I haven’t seen one since I was—well, since I was a girl. I don’t know.”
“You’ll go, won’t you?” urged Phil.
“Of course, I’ll go,” she made haste to reply, noting the disappointment in his face over her hesitation. “And thank you very much.”
“Shall I come and get you, Mrs. Cahill, or can you get over to the circus grounds alone?”