"No, we're not, Flossie. We're going to be in a circus."
"Oh, yes! And I'm going to ride a horse standing up."
"And I'm going to be a clown——"
"And he'll have his little fire engine——"
"And squirt water on the other clowns and——"
"And the folks'll holler and laugh. And I'm going to have a glittery——"
"Dear me, Flossie and Freddie, we've heard all about that at least a dozen times lately," protested Bert.
"But Tom hasn't heard about it. He's int'rested," declared Freddie.
"I knew a feller once that had been in a circus," said Tom. "He said they had to work awful hard. There's the show every afternoon and every night and the parade in the mornin' and the practisin' and gettin' ready. He said too that the fellers at the head of the show was awful strict about how everybody behaved themselves. It wasn't much fun, he said, and it was lots of work."
"My!" gasped Freddie. "I—I guess we'll be gypsies. I don't like to work—much."