was sorry as soon as the words had escaped her. The boy flushed, and looked at her dumbly.
"Ah, poor old chap!" she said, and jumped up. "Look here, Hugh—I bet you never saw as many cupboards in a small house as we've got here!" She flung open one door after another, revealing all the family possessiona of the Pertersons. Then Hugh had to inspect the cabins, and climb to the driver's seat in front, where, whip in hand, he imagined himself driving the pair of bays he had seen hauling the caravan earlier in the morning. With Mrs. Dan and Nita chattering in chorus, and Big Dan putting in a word now and then, there was no chance to be anything but merry. Finally Mrs. Dan declared she must get tidy, and sent the children off, refusing Hugh's offer to help wash up.
"Nice kid," she said, decidedly. "Put my foot in it, didn't I, Dan? Lor, I was sorry!"
"My fault," Big Dan answered. "I ought to have warned you. I asked Russell if his wife 'ud object to a lot of Circus people, and he said she was dead. Said it was a good thing for her she was, 'cause he's broke. I'd say that feller was in a pretty bad hole."
"He looks miserable enough," said his wife. "And the boy's half-starved. I bet he hasn't seen a decent breakfast this good while. Say we let him feed with us today, Dan?"
"Suits me," said he. "Nita's enjoyin' his comp'ny. There they go—she's showin' him round."
Nita was doing the honors of the Circus. It had to be