"Then—then—"
"See here, Andy Wildwood," interrupted his aunt in a tone of severity, "you have been a disobedient, ungrateful boy. You deserve to be locked up. I've tried to have you. I am so satisfied, however, on reflection, that you will have a bad ending anyhow, that I have decided to wash my hands of you."
"Glory!" uttered Andy to himself, in a vast thrill of delight.
"Have you joined the circus?" continued Miss Lavinia.
"They won't have me—"
"Why not?"
"Without your sanction. They want you to sign away any claims as to damages, if I get hurt. I knew you wouldn't do that."
"You are mistaken, Andy Wildwood—I will do it."
"It's too easy to be true!" breathed Andy, in wild amazement. "You—you will sign such a paper?" he stammered.
"Didn't I say so? Let me understand. You wish to cut loose from home and friends for good, do you? You don't want to ever return to Fairview?"