“Oh, mamma, may we go?” exclaimed Bawly No-Tail one day as he came home from school, and hopped into the house with such a big hop, that he hopped right up into the frog lady’s lap.
“Go where?” asked Bawly’s mother, wondering if the alligator were after her son.
“Oh, do please let us go!” cried Bully, hopping in after his brother. Bully tried to stand on his head, but his foot slipped and he nearly fell into the ink bottle. “Please let us go, mother?”
“Where? Where?” she asked again, as Bawly hopped out of her lap.
“To the circus!” cried Bully.
“It’s coming!” exclaimed Bawly.
“Down in the vacant lots,” went on Bully.
“Oh, you ought to see the posters! Lions and tigers and elephants, and men jumping in the air, and horses and—and—”
Bawly had to stop for breath then, and so he couldn’t say any more. Neither could Bully. Oh, but they were excited, let me tell you.
“May we go?” they both cried out again.