We don't know what to make of this." Tip didn't know what to say; he hesitated and thought, and finally did the best thing he _could_,--spoke out boldly.

"I've made up my mind that I won't go to any more circuses, _ever_! I don't believe in 'em as much as I did." That wasn't it yet,--he had not owned his Master in the answer.

Neither was Mr.Dewey satisfied.
"But, Tip, give us the _reasons_; this is such a sudden change, you know." "Well," said Tip, "I've been reading about them just now." "About whom ?" "Why, them circus fellows.

They're up here at the tavern; they're drinking and fighting, and I don't know what; and I guess, by the looks of things, they're pretty wicked.

The book I was reading said, Don't go near wicked men, turn around and go the other way; and I _mean_ to." And with this Tip whisked out of the house and around the corner.
Mr.Dewey shrugged his shoulders.
"The world turns around, sure enough," he said at last.
"How do you know that ?" and Mr.Minturn set his market basket on the step, and fanned himself with his hat.