“Is that so?”
“Yes. And Tess and I was awful int’rested in it. We—we liked the ladies and gentlemans that rode on the horses around the ring, and was on the trapezers, too. And they looked beau-tiful in those spangles, and velvets, and all.
“I s’pose those were their best clo’es, weren’t they—their real, Sunday-go-to-meeting frocks?”
“I—I guess they were,” admitted Barnabetta.
“You wear your best clo’es when you go up on the trapezers, don’t you?”
“The fanciest I’ve got,” admitted the circus girl.
“Well! Mustn’t they look funny all going to church that way—the ladies in those short, fluffy skirts, and the gentlemans in such tight pants! My!” gasped Dot. “Couldn’t you tell us, please, what they do in circuses when they travel?”
“Why—yes,” said Barnabetta. “I’ll tell you.”
“Will you sit right down here and tell us?”
“Why—yes.”