"I don't think there is," he replied good-naturedly.
"How did I come to fall in here, anyhow?" she asked, as she
studied the walls of the unfamiliar room.
"We brought you here."
"It's a swell place," she conceded grudgingly.
"We are comfortable," he admitted, as a tell- tale smile again
hovered about his lips. He was thinking of the changes that he
must presently make in Miss Polly's vocabulary.
"Is this the 'big top?' she asked.
"The--what?" he stammered.
"The main tent," she explained.
"Well, no; not exactly. It's going to be your room now, Miss
Polly."
"My room! Gee! Think a' that!" she gasped, as the possibility of
her actually having a room all of her own took hold of her mind.
"Much obliged," she said with a nod, feeling that something was
expected of her. She knew no other phrase of gratitude than the
one "Muvver" Jim and Toby had taught her to say to the manager
when she received from him the first stick of red and white
striped candy.
"You're very welcome," Douglas answered with a ring of genuine
feeling in his voice.
"Awful quiet, ain't it?" she ventured, after a pause. "Guess
that's what woke me up."
Douglas laughed good-naturedly at the thought of quiet as a
disturber, and added that he feared it might at first be rather
dull for her, but that Jim and Toby would send her news of the
circus, and that she could write to them as soon as she was
better.
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