Part 22 (1/2)
Hurrying back there, Teddy soon came upon the object of his search At that e of Wallace, the biggest lion in captivity, gazing at that shaggy beast thoughtfully
”Mr Sparling,” called Teddy
The showlance at the flushed face of the Circus Boy
”Well, what's wrong?”
”Nothing is wrong, sir”
”Come to kick about feed in the cook tent?”
”Oh, no, no, sir! Nothing like that I've coht as much Well, what is it?”
”I--I think I'd like to be a clown, sir”
”A clown?” asked the showman, with elevated eyebrows
”Yes, sir”
Mr Sparling laughed heartily
”Why, you're that already You are a clown, though youdresses, I'll wager”
”But I want to be a real one,” urged Teddy
”What kind of clown?”
”I thought I'd like to be a huenuine surprise
”A human football?”
”Yes, sir”
”What put that idea into your head?”
”Soht so,” twinkled Mr Sparling ”Who, uess ested it first?”