“I guess that’s all, then,” stated Hen to the spectators.
With high hoots from the boys, and rustling of dresses from the ladies, the amphitheater was emptied.
“I didn’t do nothin’,” insisted Snoopie, grinning. “You needn’t go to blamin’ me!”
But nobody answered him; and with a derisive, “Ya-a-a! Your old show ain’t worth shucks!” he scampered below, to join riotous, admiring spirits elsewhere.
“How was the circus?” asked father, politely, at supper.
“Aw, Snoopie Mitchell spoilt it,” you accused.
“What was the matter with Snoopie?”
“Why, he went and did everything ’fore the rest had any chance—didn’t he, mama!” you asserted.
“Is that so?”