u,"
continued his mother, "you must stay home to-night and--"

"Not go to the circus!" exclaimed Danny. "When it don't cost nothin'!"

"And Celia Jane can keep you company. I've told you again and again
that you couldn't impose upon Jerry just because he's not a Mullarkey."

"Stay home from the circus!" wailed Celia Jane, appalled, and then she
burst into a flood of tears. Jerry was sure they were not crocodile ones
this time, for her body shook with the sobs of anguished disappointment.
He wanted Celia Jane to see the circus and Danny, too, and he knew Danny
was sorry.

"Mebbe I wouldn't never have seen Whiteface--Father," he said to Mother
'Larkey, "if Danny hadn't gone into the circus."

"That is true," Whiteface corroborated. "I found him crying outside the
tent and told him he could speak to me inside if he recognized me. He
did recognize me and that was undoubtedly one of the things that led to
the discovery of his identity."

"Danny likes me," Jerry added. "He fought Darn Darner when he said they
was goin' to take me to the poor farm."

"So do I l-l-like you, J--J--Jerry," sobbed Celia Jane. "--I--I'm sorry
I--" A fresh outburst of sobbing prevented further speech.

Jerry's heart was touched at her grief and his own lips began to twist.

"I want Danny and Celia Jane to see the circus, too, Mother 'Larkey,"
Jerry protested. "I ain't mad at them any more."

"Please let them come," urged Jerry's mother. "I am so happy that I
can't bear to think of them being so terribly disappointed. And Gary's
pleasure would be spoiled knowing they were here at home while the rest
of you were at the circus."

"It does seem hard-hearted," Mrs. Mullarkey relented, "but Danny knows
he can't pick on Jerry and not suffer for it. They can go to the circus,
but I'll leave it to them what they shall do as a reminder that they
mustn't pick on Jerry again. Danny, what will you do?"

Danny hesitated a moment and then said without a tremor:

"Jerry can have all my marbles and I'll feed his white rabbit for him
all summer."

"Not _all_ your marbles?" queried Jerry, knowing what a pang it must
have cost Danny voluntarily to decide to part with all his agates and
glassies and pee-wees and commies and steelies.

"Yes," said Mrs. Mullarkey, "every last one. Now, Celia Jane, stop your
crying and tell us what you will do."

"I'll sweep the kitchen every day and do dishes without grumbling,"
Celia Jane sniffled, while Danny was off