There was enough to see; the seats were filling rapidly with gaily-dressed ladies and gentlemen.

He knew them, many of them, had seen them on the streets often and often; had seen some of them in Sabbath school, seated before their classes.
Tip was speedily giving himself up to enjoyment, hushing the small voice in his heart.

One of the nicest men in town had let him in; yes, and there he was now with his wife and little girl; Mrs.Douglas was not only a teacher in the Sabbath school, but a member of the church.

If she could go to the circus, why couldn't he?
So Tip reasoned, and nobody told him that his lamp said, "Every one of us shall give account of _himself_ to God." Presently the wonderful little shaggy ponies trotted out; and back behind the curtains was one of the riders; he got a peep of her every now and then in her splendid dress; he knew she would be out pretty soon, and then she would ride.
Oh, that music! how it rolled around the ring! Tip was too busy looking and listening to keep out of people's way; he stepped back, still jostled by the crowd who were pouring in, and stepped directly in front of a man who was trying to make his way through the crowd around the entrance.

Tip knew him in an instant; he was one of the circus men,--the one with the ugly face that he had noticed in the morning; it was ugly still, and red with liquor.