"I don't go anywhere," she screamed.
"Never! I never went to a circus in my life, and all the boys and girls around here go every year.

Tip always goes--always; he manages to slip in.

Oh, Tip'" and she opened the gate and went out to him on the sidewalk, a new thought having come to her, "can't you do something to get some money, and let me go to the circus with you?
Can't you manage some way?
Oh, Tip, do! I'll do anything for you, if you only will.

I never wanted anything so bad before." And Tip's face, as he walked towards the village ten minutes after that, was a study, it looked so full of trouble.
Kitty wanted to go to that circus,--wanted to go so very much that she had coaxed and begged him in a way that she had never done before.
Besides, if the truth be told, Tip wanted to go himself; every time the wind wafted back to him a swell of the distant music, it made his heart fairly jump.

It was true, as Kitty had said, he always managed to slip in some way; and the oftener he went, the oftener he wanted to go.
Well, then, what was the matter with Tip?
What he had done so many times before, he could surely find a way to do again.