“No, it isn’t,” returned Meg absently, her eyes and thoughts on something else. “What does that big poster say, Bobby?”
She pointed to a large poster pasted on a pole across the street.
“Let’s go over and read it,” suggested Bobby.
They crossed over, and Bobby spelled out the large black and red letters for them.
“Goody,” he announced, “it’s a circus! With a p’rade, and everything! We’ll ask Daddy if we can go.” 111
CHAPTER XII
AT THE CIRCUS
Although a cold wind was blowing, the four little Blossoms stayed till Bobby had read aloud every word on the poster.
“It’s next Wednesday,” he announced. “I guess they’ll let us out of school for the parade. Oh, here are some more pictures. Look at the monkeys!”
The board fence surrounding the corner lot was plastered with gorgeous circus posters of prancing yellow lions, ladies in gauzy skirts riding on pretty ponies, and mischievous monkeys climbing up ropes and doing the most wonderful tricks.