He silently munched the biscuits. His face cleared as reflection led to determination. Andy planned to leave the house as soon as it was closed up for the night and Aunt Lavinia was asleep.
"I can't stand it," he decided. "She says I'm a burden to her. I've got a show to enjoy myself and maybe make some money. Yes, it's Centreville and the circus by morning."
Andy was more tired out than he had fancied. He fell asleep. As he woke up, he discovered that heavy footsteps tramping up the stairs had aroused him.
He had caught the echo of lighter feet. There was rustling in the narrow entry outside.
Andy sprang up and listened intently.
"Aunt Lavinia and some one with her," he reflected. "I wonder who it can be?"
Just then a gruff voice spoke out:
"Is the boy in that room, Miss Lavinia?"
"Yes," said Andy's aunt.
"Then have him out, and let's have this unpleasant duty over and done with."