“I’d like to,” glowed the lad.
“Ask the boss.”
“No, he wouldn’t want me. There is nothing I could do now, I guess.”
Further conversation was interrupted by the bugle’s song announcing the disbanding of the parade, the right of the line having already reached the circus lot.
The clowns piled from the hayrack like a cataract, the cataract having all the colors of the rainbow.
Phil, not to be behind, followed suit, though he did not quite understand what the rush was about. He ran until he caught up with Miaco.
“What’s the hurry about?” he questioned.
“Parade’s over. Got to hurry and get dinner, so as to be ready for the afternoon performance.”
All hands were heading for the dressing tent in a mad rush.
Phil was halted by the assistant manager.