‘twine,
The ivy and the Idean vine.’
If I only had an Idean vine; what is it, Billy?”
“You can search me.” Billy was about to remark further, when a commotion arose among the school children just passing on their way home.
May Nell needed no second request to “catch the racket and bring it in.” She flew downstairs, and presently up again, arriving with a breathless story. “O Billy, the circus train’s wrecked! There won’t be any circus next week! Some of the animals are all dead, and the fire burned some— Oh, I can hear them scream now, can’t you?” She put her hands over her face and shivered.
“Don’t feel so bad, Chick,” he comforted; “it won’t bring them to life, and it hurts you. That’s why you don’t grow faster; your feelings eats up all your blood.”
She smiled faintly. “Then my feelings must be bloodthirsty, Billy. How dreadful!”
“Did the little kids take it hard?”
“Awfully hard, Billy. Some of them had ‘grief swimming in their eyes.’”
“Poor little chaps! They’ve been talking circus for a month.”