He made his escape as soon as he feit it was polite to go. Toby bade him good-by pleasantly.
"So glad you came. You must come again lots of times. Well, good luck to the turn tonight. I must come an' have a look at it—you wouldn't mind old Toby watching you in the show?" His unpleasant little chuckle lingered in Hugh's ears as he ran off.
It was like a tonic to find the Crowe baby scrambling on his rug on the grass, and to have a game with him; Lennie was grubby, but he was clean and fresh after Toby. Hugh liked to hear his gurgles of laughter; they took away the echoes of the dwarf's chuckle. But he found himself, bef ore long, curiously sleepy; he supposed that it was because of the long afternoon in the heat. He was not sorry when Mrs. Crowe came to claim her energetic son.
"He does love a romp with you, Hugh," she said, gratefully. "He's not half the bother he generally is, after you've had him. I reckon it's because he's got tired with laughin' at you. Had your tea, sonny?"
"Yes, thanks." He was about to add that he had had it with Toby, but he stopped. Somehow he did not want to teil Mrs. Crowe that he had been with the unsavory dwarf.
"Well, I'll get this fellow to bed. See you tonight."
Hugh went slowly to his tent, yawning as he walked. Nobody was there.
"My word, I'm sleepy," he muttered. "I think I'll have a camp, or I'll go to sleep in the Big Top tonight."