It didn't take Danny long to dress and get downstairs, his hair all tousled and his eyes still heavy with sleep. "Let's see your tickets," he demanded.
Chris let him see his, but kept a possessive hold of one end. There it was:
Burrows and Fairchild's
MAMMOTH CIRCUS AND
MENAGERIE
ADMIT ONE
Complimentary
"That's a ticket, all right," Danny remarked. "Was that all you had to do to get it—carry water for the el'funts?"
"Yes," replied Chris, "but it took hours and hours. I'm sore all over."
"So'm I," said Jerry.
"Why didn't you make me wake up?"
"We called you and pounded you and turned you over," Chris replied, "but you went back to sleep."
"Why didn't you kick me or pull me out of bed?" Danny asked. "Then mebbe I'd've got a ticket, too."
"Mebbe you can, anyway," said Celia Jane. "The el'funts'll want a drink at noon."