"But he didn't have any," Sue went on. "And he'll have to have a place to sleep, 'cause he's going to stay to the circus, and sell balloons. And if he sells them all Aunt Lu will send him more from New York and he can sell them. Won't it be nice, Mother?"
Mrs. Brown did not know what to say. Neither did Grandma Brown. They just looked at one another, and then at the Italian, and next at Bunny and Sue.
"Me sella de balloon!" explained the Italian, as best he could in his queer English. "Little boy—little gal—say circus. Me likea de circus. But me no see any tents. Where circus tents?"
"Oh these children!" cried Mrs. Brown. "What in the world are we to do with this Italian and his balloons?"
"Me sella de balloons!" said the dark-skinned man.
"Yes, I know," sighed Mrs. Brown. "But the circus is only a make-believe one, and it isn't ready yet, and—Oh, I don't know what to do!" she cried. "Bunny—Sue—you shouldn't have invited the balloon man to come here!"
"But you can't have a circus without balloons," said Bunny.
"Yes, my dear, I know, but——"
"What's all the trouble?" asked Papa Brown, coming out on the porch just then.
Bunny and Sue, their mother and the Italian, told the story after a while.