Part 5 (1/2)
”Oh, mother, I'm to be married To Mr Punchinello; To Mr Pun, to Mr Chin, to Mr Nel, to Mr Lo, Mr Pun, Mr Chin, Mr Nel, Mr Lo, To Mr Punchinello”
As the last words died away a clown caon
”Nello, Nello!” he called
”What is it, Punch?” inquired the owner of the pretty voice, appearing in the doorway of her tent But before he could answer she exclaimed: ”Oh, look! See the cat with red-topped boots!”
The clown turned and gazed at Puss, Jr, who came forward and put out his paw
”Won't you join our circus?” said the cloith an engaging s it over quite seriously Whether or not it would interfere with his finding his father was the question While he stood debating as to as the thing to do, the circus-lady came out of her tent and cried:
”Oh, _do_ join our circus, Sir Puss! I areat attraction Every child in toould want to see a cat ore boots!”
At this Puss, Jr's, face was all shable way,his little face quite irresistible
”Thank you both very much,” he replied, ”but before I answer I must tell you that I am in search of my illustrious parent, the famous Puss in Boots If I join your circus how am I to find my dear father?”
”Easy as not,” answered the clown, quickly ”We are always on thein any one spot”
”No, indeed, we don't!” cried the circus-lady ”We give a perforht, and then we pack up and are off again”
”You can have one of the circus-horses to ride,” suggested the clown, by way of encouragement; ”you need not travel on foot if you join us”
”That's a big inducement,” admitted Puss, Jr
”It's a merry life,” added the circus-lady, ”and when all the little children clap their hands and cry 'Bravo!' it's very exciting”
”I'll join,” said Puss; ”here's my paw!”
”And here's my hand,” said the clown
”And here's mine,” cried the circus-lady
”Come with raular circus performer from now on”
And that is how Puss, Jr, joined the circus
PUSS, JR, PROVES TO BE A WONDERFUL CIRCUS PERFORMER
It was about eight-thirty o'clock in the evening The big tent was all agloith lights A long line of people reached fro torches threw strange streaks of light over the field, lighting up the circus-wagons with their glea red bodies and yelloheels