"I'm awful strong for my
age."
"How old are you?" asked the man.
"I don't know," Jerry confessed. Then, fearful of losing this
opportunity to see the circus, he continued, "I guess I'm almost seven
or mebbe eight."
"You don't know how old you are!" exclaimed the man. "You look much
younger than seven or eight."
"He's not my brother," Chris explained. "He's a orfum my father found
when he was alive. My brother's at home with mother and my sisters. We
couldn't wake him up. But Jerry's awful strong."
"A orfum, hey? And awful strong?" said the man and seemed to be studying
over something in his mind. "Have you ever seen a circus?" he asked.
"No, sir," they both assured him and Chris continued: "Mother did once,
just after she was married to father. She wished she could bring us all
to the circus but she didn't have money enough."
"H'm," said the man. "I used to be a orfum myself and I know how you
feel."
"Did you?" asked Jerry, and he smiled up at the man, unafraid, with a
sort of fellow feeling.
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