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“There’s no mention of circus-ladies going there anyway,” said Howard, smiling. This reference to her attempts to out-barnum Barnum brought a bright smile to the wan face of Betty.,Betty who secretly preferred to trip the light fantastic toe in this manner, maintained a discreet silence.,“He smiles sich a toothy grin,” commented Moses.,“What’s the harm? She’s on Mr. Potter’s land, and the road’s near.”,with,A kindly man held her by the hand, yet he was evidently a stranger to her.,“I couldn’t understand it then. Now I do. My own sister is that bravest of lovers.” His words rang with pride as well as love.,“Mary an’ Martha hev jist gone along to ring them shinin’ bells.”,“There’s a little secret about work; with grown-ups it is often their play; and they like it.”,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.,“Rocky?” he interrupted. “You bet not. It’ll be just bully, that’s what!”,Next appeared Jethro in a high state of hilarity with a harness made of Moses’ skate-straps and with a tiny doll dressed to represent a monkey bound to his back..