“Mother made us go over to compensate the circus owner this morning,” he went on, grinning. “It’s just a midget of a circus — he didn’t have any bears at all, as a matter of fact; but he said he’d be delighted to back our story up — he hoped it might get him a bit of publicity. I tried to buy one of his lions but he wouldn’t sell.” “What did you want a lion for?” I asked. “Oh, they were kind of cute,” he said vaguely.
