I told him that I wanted a license for the circus to camp for one night; that I also desired permission to pitch camp somewhere in the vicinity. He made out the license, stamped it, handed it to me, and I paid him the usual fee. 165
“I’ve heard of circuses,” he said; “they’re like those shows at country fairs, I suppose.”
“Yes—in a way. We have animals.”
“What kind?”
“Lions, tigers—”
“I’ve seen them.”
“—a camel, an elephant—”
“Alive?”
“Certainly.”
“Ma doué!” he said, with slow emotion, “have you a live elephant?”