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Harry Donnelle was just sitting there on the fence laughing so hard I
thought he'd fall off.
All of the fellows began guying me and saying I was a fool to be scared and
that they wished they had the chance. But gee whiz, I was never part of a
circus before, and I didn't want to sit way up on the top of that fancy
wagon and just look fierce. I bet you wouldn't, either.
Pretty soon we were driving away and Mr. Costello looked awful big sitting
there beside me. He kept cracking his whip all the time.
"So long, see you at the parade!", the fellows shouted.
"Don't get nervous," Harry called.
"I should worry," I called back; "I don't care what becomes of me now."
They had big red shutters with gold designs to cover up the cage so no one
could see Marshal Foch, and the keeper sat on the step in back. Oh boy,
how that Mr. Costello did drive; and lie could crack the whip so it sounded
like a rifle going off.
Pretty soon we came pell-mell into Kingston and I could see the circus
posters in all the store windows and on the fences. The pictures of Mr.
Costello looked just like him, kind of brave and bold like, and he always
had a whip in his hand.
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