unts."

"What?" asked Jerry. "I ain't never seen a circus."

"No more have I," replied Danny.

"Can't you 'maginary something?" asked Celia Jane.

"We could ''maginary things'," interposed Nora, "but they might not be
in a circus."

"There's more'n one circus picture up," said Jerry. "Darn Darner said
there was one at Jenkins' corner and one on Jeffreys' barn. P'raps
they'll tell us what's in a circus."

"Of course," said Danny. "It's funny I didn't think of that. It's
usually me who thinks of everything. I'll be the first one at Jenkins'
corner," and he was off at a run.

Thereupon they all followed at full speed. Any other rate of progress
was too slow for them. Jerry ran as hard as he could, leaving Celia Jane
behind and keeping right at Nora's side. It was more than a quarter of a
mile to Jenkins' corner and Jerry felt that his legs were ready to give
out and send him sprawling in the street before he got there, but he
kept running just the same. Celia Jane tagged along, far in the rear,
and called to Jerry to wait for her, but a boy couldn't stop and wait
for a girl without Danny's making fun of him, so, as much as Jerry would
have liked to rest, he kept pantingly on. He was glad to plump down flat
on the ground in front of the billboard and rest till Nora and Celia
Jane arrived.

"Whoopee! I'll be the clown!" exclaimed Chris, pointing to the poster
which showed trapeze performers turning somersaults in the air, a clown
playing ringmaster to a dancing white pony and a girl walking a tight
rope.

"I'll be the dancin' pony!" cried Celia Jane.

"I'll be the rope-walker," Nora said.

"And what'll I be?" asked Jerry plaintively, feeling left entirely out
in the cold.

"Why didn't you speak up and grab onto something before they were all
taken?" asked Danny. "You've got a tongue, ain't you?"

"He could swing up in the air hanging by his hands," Celia Jane
suggested.

"We ain't got no net like they have in the picture to catch him if he
falls," Nora objected.

"That would be too dangerous for us kids to try," Danny stated. "Maybe
the picture on Jeffreys' barn will suggest something."

Again they were off at a run. It was not far to the barn, where they all
squatted on the ground, nonplussed at the picture of half a dozen funny
little animals balancing toy balloons on their noses.

"What are they?" Jerry asked.

"They're some kind of a fish," returned Danny promptly.

"Fish nothing!" exclaimed Chr