neath,
announcing:--"BILLY MILLER'S Big Show and Monstur Circus
and Equareum! A shour-bath fer Each and All fer 20 pins.
This Afternoon! Don't fer git the date!" Enter TOMMY
WELLS and JOHNNY WILLIAMS, who gaze awhile at poster,
TOMMY secretly smiling and winking at BILLY MILLER,
concealed at loft-window above.

TOMMY (to JOHNNY).
Guess 'at Billy haint got back,--
Can't see nothin' through the crack---
Can't hear nothin' neither--No!
. . . Thinks he's got the dandy show,
Don't he?

JOHNNY (scornfully)--
'Course' but what _I_ care?--
He haint got no show in there!--
What's _he_ got in there but that
Old hen, cooped up with a cat
An' a turkle, an' that thing
'At he calls his "circus-ring?"
"_What a circus-ring_!" I'd _quit_!
Bet mine's twic't as big as it!

TOMMY--
Yes, but _you_ got no machine
Wat you bathe with, painted green,
With a string to work it, guess!

JOHNNY (contemptuously)--
Folks don't _bathe_ in _circuses_!--
_Ladies_ comes to _mine_, you bet!
I' got seats where girls can set;
An' a dressin'-room, an' all,
Fixed up in my pony's stall--
Yes, an' I' got _carpet_, too,
Fer the tumblers, and a blue
Center-pole!

TOMMY--
Well, Billy, he's
Got a tight-rope an' trapeze,
An' a hoop 'at he jumps through
Head-first!

JOHNNY--
Well, what's _that_ to do--
Lightin' on a pile o' hay?
Haint no _actin_' thataway!

TOMMY--
Don't care what you say, he draws
Bigger crowds than you do, 'cause
Sense he started up, I know
All the fellers says his show
Is the best-un!

JOHNNY--
Yes, an' he
Better not tell things on me!
His old circus haint no good!--
'Cause he's got the neighborhood
Down on me he thinks 'at I'm
Goin' to stand it all the time;
Thinks ist 'cause my Pa don't 'low
Me to fight, he's got me now.
An' can say I lie, an' call
Me ist anything at all!
Billy Miller thinks I am
'Feared to say 'at he says "dam"--
Yes, and worser ones! and I'm
Goin' to tell his folks sometime!--
An' ef he don't shet his head
I'll tell worse 'an _that_ he said
When he fighted Willie King--
An' got licked like ever'thing!--
Billy Miller better shin
Down his Daddy's lane agin,
Like a cowardy-calf, an' climb
In fer home another ti