k sack-coat, a derby hat, and a
white shirt which Jennie, in the goodness of her heart, had ironed for
him herself. She had also ironed a scarf of Carl's, and had laid it on
the window-sill of the outer kitchen, where Cully might find it as he
passed by.

The walks home from church were now about the only chance the lovers had
of being together. Almost every day Carl was off with the teams. When he
did come home in working hours he would take his dinner with the men
and boys in the outer kitchen. Jennie sometimes waited on them, but he
rarely spoke to her as she passed in and out, except with his eyes.

When Cully handed him the scarf, Carl had already dressed himself in his
best clothes, producing so marked a change in the outward appearance
of the young Swede that Cully in his admiration pronounced him "out o'
sight."

Cully's metamorphosis was even more complete than Carl's. Now that the
warm spring days were approaching, Mr. Finnegan had decided that his
superabundant locks were unseasonable, and had therefore had his hair
cropped close to his scalp, showing here and there a white scar, the
record of some former scrimmage. Reaching to the edge of each ear was
a collar as stiff as pasteboard. His derby was tilted over his left
eyebrow, shading a face brimming over with fun and expectancy. Below
this was a vermilion-colored necktie and a black coat and trousers. His
shoes sported three coats of blacking, which only partly concealed the
dust-marks of his profession.

"Hully gee, Carl! but de circus's a-goin' ter be a dandy," he called
out in delight, as he patted a double shuffle with his feet. "I see de
picters on de fence when I come from de ferry. Dere's a chariot-race out
o' sight, an' a' elephant what stands on 'is head. Hold on till I see
ef de Big Gray 's got enough beddin' under him. He wuz awful stiff dis
mornin' when I helped him up." Cully never went to bed without seeing
the Gray first made comfortable for the night.

The two young fellows saw all the sights, and after filling their
pockets with peanuts and themselves with pink lemonade, took their seats
at last under the canvas roof, where they waited impatiently for the
performance to begin.

The only departure from the ordinary routine was Cully's instant
acceptance of the clown's challenge to ride the trick mule, and
his winning the wager amid the plaudits of the audience, after a
rough-and-tumble scramble in the sawdust, sticking so tight to his