n walking beside them. They come from the
place the elephants do. See, they have on the clothes they wear in that
country. Don't they look proud? Who wouldn't be proud to get to walk
with an elephant? And if you ever do anything to an elephant to make him
mad, he'll always remember it, and some day he'll get even with you.
One time there was a man, and he gave an elephant a chew of tobacco,
and--O-o-ooh! See that man in the cage with the lions! Don't it just
make the cold chills run over you? I wouldn't be there for a million
dollars, would you, ma?

"What they laughing at down the street? Ma, make Lizzie get down; she's
right in my way. I don't want to see it pretty soon. I want to see it
naow! Oh, ain't it funny? See the old clowns playing on horns! Ain't it
too killing? Aw, look at them ponies. I woosht I had one. Johnny Pym
has got a goat he can hitch up. What was that, pa? What was that went
'OoOOoohm!'"

"Whoa, Nell, whoa there! Steady, gal, steaday! Ho, there! Ho!
Whoa--whoa-hup! Whad dy y' about? Fool horse. Whoa... whoa so, gal,
soo-o. Lion, I guess, or a tagger, or sumpum or other."

And talk about music. You thought the band was grand. You just wait.
Don't you hear it down the street? It'll be along in a minute now.

There it is. That's the cally-ope. That's what the show bills call:
"The Steam Car of the Muses."... Mm-well, I don't know but it is just a
leetle off the pitch, especially towards the end of a note, but you
must remember that you can't haul a very big boiler on a wagon, and the
whistles let out an awful lot of steam. It's pretty hard to keep the
pressure even. But it's loud. That's the main thing. And the man that
plays on it--no, not that fellow in the overalls with a wad of greasy
waste in his hand. He 's only the engineer. I mean the artist, the man
that plays on the keys. Well, he knows what the people want. He has
his fingers on the public pulse. Does he give them a Bach fugue, or
Guillmant's "Grand Choeur?" 'Deed, he doesn't. He goes right to the
heart, with "Patrick's Day in the Morning," and "The Carnival of
Venice," and "Home, Sweet Home," and "Oh, Where, Oh Where has my Little
Dog Gone?" He knows his business. A shade off the key, perhaps, but my!
Ain't it grand? So loud and nice!

"Well, that's all of it.... Why, child, I can't make it any longer than
it is."

"What do you want me to drive round into the other street for? You've
seen all there is to see. Got all your trading do