"
"Why didn't you kick me or pull me out of bed?" Danny asked. "Then mebbe
I'd've got a ticket, too."
"Mebbe you can, anyway," said Celia Jane. "The el'funts'll want a drink
at noon."
"I'll go out and see," said Danny and was hurrying off at once, but Mrs.
Mullarkey made him wait for breakfast. He bolted the oatmeal and bread
and raced out of the house.
"I'm glad I'm not a sleepy-head like Danny," said Chris.
"So'm I," echoed Jerry.
CHAPTER VIII
THE CROCODILE TEARS OF CELIA JANE
Jerry could hardly wait until time for the parade. He and Chris were
both too excited to play; they stayed in the house most of the time and
questioned Mother 'Larkey about what she had seen at the circus the time
her husband had taken her to one in the city. She was busy sewing on a
dress for Mrs. Johnson which was wanted by Saturday night and was at
length obliged to send them out of doors with orders to stay out until
dinner was ready.
They soon exhausted each other's conversation relative to circuses and
their knowledge and guesses about what they would see, and fell silent.
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