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"I'm sure we can," said Marjorie, heartily, and deep in her heart she registered a vow that she would succeed this time. After luncheon was over, Pompton brought the car around, and they started off again. Marjorie bade Ethel good-bye with a feeling of regret that she did not live nearer, so she might have her for a friend.
"Of course she hasn't, Miss Kitty, as she has no home," said Pompton; "it's wicked to put a child like that in a circus, it certainly is! She's a sweet little girl, and her sister is a fine young lady, too." "The mother is horrid," said King. "She was awful cross about our being there." "Well," said Kitty, who sometimes saw deeper than the rest, "you mustn't blame her too much.
The grounds about were entirely cleared, and save for a few workmen, there was no one in sight. Uncertain what to do, Pompton appealed to the doorman, who just then came out with his hands full of tickets. "Do you know anything about a little girl, about twelve years old, who came out of the tent a short time ago?" asked Pompton.
Pompton, the English chauffeur, though he said little or nothing, was secretly amazed at the gaiety and volubility of the young people. The children were allowed to take turns sitting in the front seat, and, as was their nature, they talked rapidly and steadily to the somewhat taciturn driver.
"Have you seen anything of two children?" Pompton inquired, civilly. "No," growled the man, looking up and frowning a little. "Well, I'm fairly sure they came in here from the road about half an hour ago. Perhaps you didn't notice them. I'll just take a look round." He started in the direction of the camp, but the man called him back.
An Englishman named Pompton, who is our chauffeur, and three children with him. Will you, Bill, 'cause I want to see this lady's little sister?" "Sure, I'll 'tend to it, Miss. They won't let me in myself, but I'll fix it with the doorman, and it'll be all right. Why, bless you, the tent isn't a step away. Run along with Mademoiselle Cora." "Is that your name?
"I tell you no children have been near here," he said, in a voice slightly less surly. "If they had, they'd have had to cross this bridge, and I couldn't miss seeing them. I've been here two hours." This seemed conclusive, and Pompton had no reason to think the man was not telling the truth. But he was without doubt a gypsy, and Pompton had small respect for the veracity of the gypsy.
They did not go in their own automobile, but in a trolley-car, and the four children seated themselves demurely, side by side, with Pompton at the end, next to Rosy Posy. The ride was through a pleasant part of town, and on to the outskirts, where they soon came in sight of the circus tents.
"Where are you going to keep it, Father?" asked King, as they all scrambled out. "I shall have a garage built on the place as soon as we get back; but for to-night our pet will have to sleep in other lodgings. Skip into the house now, you children, for I want to talk to Pompton without the interruption of a crowd of chatter-boxes."
Do you know what jinks are, Pompton?" "No, Miss; what are they?" "Why they're just jinks; something to cut up, you know." "Cut up, Miss?" "Oh, Pompton, you're just like a parrot! You just repeat what I say! Don't you know anything?" "Very little, Miss."
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