gleaming rider, stepping daintily beside the black, tossing his head and arching his neck. Up to the head of the procession they went. A whistle sounded; the band crashed into a lively march. The Circus suddenly became alive, moving on towards the town.
Big Dan had earned a reputation for courtesy by always sending a man ahead to warn people with nervous horses. It served a doublé purpose, since it advertised their coming. Long before they reached the first houses they were met by boys running to meet them and march in beside the elephants, hoping for a peep at the lions: then came the grown-ups, scarcely less eager, hurrying to the garden fences, every woman exclaiming: "Oh, the little darling!" as Nita went by. Right down the long main street where shopmen clustered beside their customers on the footpaths and every house-window was full of heads. The band blared wildly: the antics of the clowns on the lorries sent the crowd into roars of laughter.
"Look at the white pony! He's the one on the posters!"
"Ow—see that clown! He's a dwarft!"
"Them elephants does tricks. Like 'uman beings, they are. Ring bells an' drink beer!"
"There's a lion!"—as Nabob, rising to the occasion, lifted his great head and yawned, displaying delightfully terrifying fangs.
"Ain't that clown a trick! Got up like a baby!"
Joey caught the words, kissing his hand affectionately