As for Trouble, he was looking with big eyes all around the tent, for to him everything was wonderful, though, as yet, the circus performance had not really begun. He was also slyly eating a few peanuts, though he had promised to save them for the “nellifunt.”
“My wife and I would like to come and see you,” answered the old gentleman. “My name is Harry Keller. My wife and I are in Cresco for only a few days, visiting relatives.”
“Where is your home?” asked Mr. Martin, while Janet, clutching her father’s sleeve, whispered:
“Oh, Daddy! The trapezers are coming in now! Look at the trapezers!”
“Yes, dear,” murmured Mr. Martin, as a number of men and women in wonderful pink silk suits bounded into a center ring and began pulling themselves up on ropes and bars.
“Oh, look!” cried Ted. “There’s a man going to jump over three elephants’ backs!”
“Is that the same nellifunt what ’most stepped on me?” Trouble wanted to know, but no one answered him.
“I live in Pocono,” answered Mr. Keller.
“Pocono? Why, that’s where Uncle Toby lives!” exclaimed Mrs. Martin. “Perhaps you know him? His name is Bardeen.”
“Of course I know Mr. Bardeen,” said Mr. Keller. “He and I are old friends.”