He said that Madame Whopper told
him I was a little gentleman. 'A' scout is courteous-oh joy.
Then he put his arm over my shoulder and walked away with me and told me
not to talk very much about Jib Jab being human, because he wanted the
people to decide for themselves. He said it wasn't telling a lie, because
he never said Jib Jab wasn't human. He just said, "Is he human?"
He said it's all right to ask a question.
Gee whiz, nobody can deny that.
CHAPTER XXI
WE VISIT THE SIDE SHOW
Those scouts that we met were nice fellows. They were hiking back to
Newburgh; that's where they lived. They told us they had hiked up along the
river to visit a place named Elm Center, about ten or fifteen miles west of
Kingston. They said they had a bivouac camp just outside the city and that
they had stayed there for a couple of days, so as to take in the circus.
We all went to the show together that night, and I sat on Marshal Foch's
cage wagon and rode around in the parade at the beginning of the show. All
the fellows cheered me, even those new fellows. After the show I told them
all that I wanted to go into the side show and say good-bye to my friends.
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