"What's money to health, Mr. Jastrow? It ain't human or freak nature to digest glass. Honest, every time I hear you crunching I get the chills!"
Then Mr. Jastrow shot forward his lower jaw with a milling motion:
"Gr-r-r-r-r!"
"She's sweet on you, Jastrow, like all the rest of 'em."
"Better to have loved a short man
Than never to have loved atall."
"Baron, I—I'll spank!" "Worth her weight in gold!"
"Where you got all that money soaked, Big Tent?" "Aw, Mr. Jastrow, the
Baron's only tormenting me."
"She sleeps on a pillow stuffed with greenbacks." "Sure I got a few dollars saved, and I ain't ashamed of it. I've had steady work in this business eight years, now, ever since the circus came to my town out in Ohio and made me the offer, but that's no sign I can be in it eight years longer. Sure I got a few dollars saved."
"Well, whatta you know—a big tent like you?"
"Ain't a big tent like me human, Mr. Jastrow? Ain't I—ain't I just like any other—girl—twenty years old—ain't I just like—other—girls—underneath all this?"