Part 6 (1/2)

[Ill.u.s.tration: ”TODDLES FELL DOWN.”]

Bang! bang! ”There'll be tea,” cried Toddles.

Trot touched him on the shoulder.

”Do come and talk about the party, Toddles,” she said. ”I have thought of a new game to play at.”

Toddles looked up at last; he was beginning to feel interested. Trot's new games always meant fun, though they sometimes ended in a scolding from nurse.

”What is it?” he asked.

”A circus,” answered Trot, with a smile.

”No,” said Toddles, jumping up from the floor. ”Do you really mean it?”

Trot sat down in a chair, and Toddles stood in front of her, and rested his two chubby elbows in her lap.

[Ill.u.s.tration: ”TROT PUT THE JAR UPON HER HEAD.”]

”We must draw up a programme, and carry it out,” said Trot, waving one arm, as she had seen her father do, when he had made the same remark down-stairs.

Toddles stared; he felt very much impressed, though he did not know in the least what Trot meant.

”And the circus will be the programme,” continued Trot, drawing a dirty, crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket. ”I will write it down on this. They will come at four o'clock.”

”Oh, they'll come before that,” objected Toddles. ”You put 'Tea at 4' on the letters, and they are sure to come in plenty of time for tea. I should, because of the two kinds of jam, you know.”

”Never mind,” said Trot; ”we can't do anything before tea, so the first thing to put down is 4 TEA;” and she wrote the word in big printing letters.

Toddles watched her silently.

”After tea will come the circus,” said Trot. ”I wonder how you spell circus?”

”But will mother let us have the circus?” said Toddles. ”There won't be room in here for all the horses and clowns, and ladies we saw the other day.”

[Ill.u.s.tration: ”THERE WAS ... A SMASH”]

Trot laughed. ”That isn't the kind of circus I mean,” she said; ”we're to be the circus!”

Toddles looked more astonished than ever.

”We shall ask the party to sit in a circle,” said Trot; ”and then we shall do things. Perhaps we may as well settle now what to do.”

”We must jump through hoops, of course,” said Toddles.

”And walk about with things on our heads,” said Trot; ”balancing, they call it.”

”I do wish we could walk on a rope like the man did the other day,” said Toddles.

”We will,” said Trot, writing busily.