"
"How long have you been with the show--how many years have
you been decorating this little property grave, Mrs. Waite?"
asked Phil.
"Thirty years, Phil."
"Is it possible?"
"Yes, and it seems no more than two."
"Do you intend remaining with the show much longer--aren't you
ever going to retire?"
"Yes. I am going to retire. I am getting old. I have laid up
enough money to keep me for the rest of my life, and I am going
to take a rest after two years more with this outfit."
"I am afraid you will miss the show," smiled the lad.
"I know I shall. I shall miss the life, the color, and I shall
miss my boys and my girls. I love them all very much."
One after another, the women of the circus had come in to the
dressing tent, depositing their little floral remembrances on the
property grave while Mrs. Waite was talking.
Teddy, as soon as he fully comprehended the meaning of the scene,
had slipped out. In a little while he returned. He brought with
him a bunch of daisies that he had gathered on the circus lot.
These he had tied with a soiled pink ribbon that he had ripped
from one of his ring costumes.
Pages:
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52