We were all standing outside and Dorry Benton said, "I'll go with you."
Of course, as soon as he said that, they all wanted to go, but Harry said
he guessed two were enough. So Dorry and I went in and made a call. The
freaks were getting ready to go to bed, but anyway, they were glad to see
us. I guess Madame Whopper slept in another tent; anyway, we didn't see
her. Maybe she had a whole tent to herself.
Mr. Lemuel Long said he was hungry and he wished he could eat a lot like
scouts do. Gee, I have to admit that scouts eat a lot-especially dessert.
You can bet I wouldn't want to be a human skeleton. Judge Dot said he
should worry, because he couldn't grow any taller no matter what happened.
He said he was fifty-two years old and after you get to be fifty-five you
begin to shrink. He said everybody does, mostly. He said if he shrunk, he
was going to make Mr. Costello give him more money. Gee whiz, I couldn't
blame him, especially on account of the high cost of living. He said Madame
Whopper had gained fifty pounds and she made Mr. Costello give her a raise.
While we were talking with Judge Dot, Jib Jab came in and said, "Hello,
S'couty, how did you like the show?"
I said, "You looked good and wild, that's one thing, especially with that
chain on.
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