“Hm,” said Perry. An idea struck him suddenly. “If you’ve got a piece of canvas I could go’s a tent.”
“Sorry, but we haven’t anything like that. A hardware store is where you’d have to go to. We have some very nice Confederate soldiers.”
“No. No soldiers.”
“And I have a very handsome king.”
He shook his head.
“Several of the gentlemen,” she continued hopefully, “are wearing stovepipe hats and swallow-tail coats and going as ringmasters—but we’re all out of tall hats. I can let you have some crape hair for a mustache.”
“Want somep’n ’stinctive.”
“Something—let’s see. Well, we have a lion’s head, and a goose, and a camel—”
“Camel?” The idea seized Perry’s imagination, gripped it fiercely.
“Yes, but it needs two people.”