“Certainly,” replied Leo quickly. “I was going up there at the first chance I got to get away from the farm, anyway.”
“Going up to see the show?”
“Not only that, but to see the manager.”
“What do you want to see the manager for?”
“I want to strike him for a job.”
“What sort of a job?”
“As a gymnastic clown.”
“A clown and a gymnast,” said Barton Reeve slowly. “Well, you might be a clown, if you got funny, but what do you know about gymnastics?”
“Quite a bit, sir, if I do say it myself. I have liked the exercise all my life, and it seems to me I was cut out for that sort of life.”
Leo’s earnestness kept Barton Reeve from smiling