The little old man began to tremble with excitement.
"William—I want to see a circus again. Let me come too."
William was nonplussed.
"You can't climb down this tree," he said judicially. "I was goin' climbin' down this tree."
"I'll go downstairs," suggested Grandfather Moore. "You wait for me outside. I'll come out to you."
But William's protective interests were aroused.
"No; if you're goin', I'll stay with you."
He found the old man's hat and coat and helped him on with them. The old man was quivering with eagerness.
"There will be a clown, won't there, William? There will be a clown?"
"I know there's a clown," William assured him.