“I’m glad they’re going to Sunset Beach, aren’t you, Ted?” asked Janet of her brother.
“Yes,” he replied, in a whisper. “They’re nice. But look, they’re going to have a dog race now with monkeys on their backs! Look, Trouble!”
Trouble was trying to look in so many directions at once that it is a wonder he did not have a sore neck from twisting it so much. But then I almost think young necks must have some rubber in them.
“Oh! Oh, look at the monkeys!” cried Trouble! “And the dogs!”
There followed a delightful time for the children, though really there was so much to view I doubt if they took in more than half of it. However, they enjoyed all they did see.
But a circus cannot last forever. There must be an end some time, and finally when men came around selling tickets for the “grand concert,” Ted knew the end was approaching.
“May we stay for the concert, Daddy?” he asked his father.
“Yes, I think so,” was the reply.
“Oh, do you want to?” asked Mrs. Martin, who was anxious to get home.
“I think we may as well,” her husband said. “We can remain right here in these seats, and, though the concert doesn’t amount to much, it will give us a chance to wait for most of the crowd to get out of the big tent.”