“What was your hurry this morning?”
“I want t’ git back quick, so’s I kin go t’ th’ circus. I ain’t been t’ one in two year.”
“Is there a circus coming here?” asked Jack, a sudden idea coming into his mind.
“It’s comin’ t’ Mulford; that’s the next town. It’s a dandy show. I seen th’ pictures. Be ye goin’?”
“I don’t see how I can, very well,” replied Jack, though he did not say that the reason was because he had no money. “I must look for a place to work.”
“Maybe ye’ll git a job at th’ dairy.”
“Well, I hope I do, but if I should I couldn’t leave it to go to a circus.”
“No, I suppose not. Waal, that’s hard luck. G’lang there, Dobbin,” this last to his horse. “Waal, I’m goin’. I’ve been savin’ up fer it over three months. I’ve got a dollar an’ thirteen cents. I kin git in fer half a dollar, an’ have sixty-three cents t’ spend.”
“I guess you’ll have a good time,” commented Jack.
“Betcher boots I will! That’s what I got up so early fer. Say,” Ferd added, as if a new thought had come to him, “did ye have yer breakfast?”