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"Fun, isn't it? It'11 be rather jolly to have a house of our own, that doesn't want packin'-up an' unpackin' all the time. An' I guess if any of us ever want a trip on a lorry we won't be refused."

"I'm glad of that," said Hugh. "I love being on top of the lorry—when it's fine."

"Yes—but it's not so funny when it's pourin' cats an' dogs, an' you've got to stifle under the tarpaulin. That's the time one likes a roof overhead, an' a decent place to eat. An' I guess I can get it fixed up for Carl to be our driver, so the four of us won't be separated. We've hung together in bad times, so we'11 stick to each other in good."

"That's ripping!" uttered Hugh. "Carl's always been jolly decent to me: I wouldn't like him not to come."

"No—none of us would. I say, how do you feel about playin' tonight? Are you fit?"

"Why, of course, I am. I'm jolly hungry, though!"

"We'11 fix that up. Good thing you're fit, 'cause I believe we're goin' to have a great house. All this row has got out, an' the whole place is talkin' about the Circus. The reporters have been pesterin' the Boss an' every one they could get hold of—I wouldn't wonder if there wasn't a bit about it in the Sydney papers tomorrow. 'Boy drugged by Vicious Dwarf,' an' all that!"

"They won't!" protested Hugh, much alarmed.

"Won't they, if they can make something out of it! An' it's all to the good for us—great advertisement for the show. The Boss is no end pleased, I'll bet. He'11