"These," said Mr. Treat, as he waved his hand toward two white haired,
pink eyed young ladies who sat with their arms twined around each
other's waist, and had been eying the monkey with some appearance
of fear, "are the Miss Cushings, known to the world as the Albino
Children; they command a large salary and form a very attractive
feature of our exhibition."
The young ladies arose at the same time, as if they had been the
Siamese Twins and could not act independently of each other, and
bowed.
Toby made the best bow he was capable of; and the monkey made
frantic efforts to escape, as if he would enjoy twisting his paws
in their perpendicular hair.
"And this," continued Mr. Treat, pointing to a sickly, sour looking
individual who was sitting apart from the others, with his arms
folded, and looking as if he was counting the very seconds before
the dinner should begin, "is the wonderful Signor Castro, whose
sword swallowing feats you have doubtless heard of."
Toby stepped back just one step, as if overwhelmed by awe at
beholding the signor in the guise of a humble individual; and the
gentleman who gained his livelihood by swallowing swords unbent
his dignity so far as to unfold his arms and present a very dirty
looking hand for Toby to shake. The boy took hold of the outstretched
hand, wondering why the signor never used soap and water; and Mr.
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