"
Toby took the nuts offered, not in the least abashed, and seated
himself on a convenient stone to eat them, and at the same time to
see all that was going on around him. The coming of a circus to the
little town of Guilford was an event, and Toby had hardly thought
of anything else since the highly colored posters had first been
put up. It was yet quite early in the morning, and the tents were
just being erected by the men. Toby had followed, with eager eyes,
everything that looked as if it belonged to the circus, from the
time the first wagon had entered the town until the street parade
had been made and everything was being prepared for the afternoon's
performance.
The man who had made the losing trade in peanuts seemed disposed
to question the boy still further, probably owing to the fact that
he had nothing better to do.
"Who is this Uncle Daniel you say you live with? Is he a farmer?"
"No; he's a deacon, an' he raps me over the head with the hymn book
whenever I go to sleep in meetin', an' he says I eat four times as
much as I earn. I blame him for hittin' so hard when I go to sleep,
but I s'pose he's right about my eatin'. You see," and here his
tone grew both confidential and mournful, "I am an awful eater, an'
I can't seem to help it. Somehow I'm hungry all the time. I don't
seem ever to get enough till carrot time comes, an' then I can get
all I want without troublin' anybody.
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