Uncertain what to do, Pompton appealed to the doorman, who just then came out with his hands full of tickets.
"Do you know anything about a little girl, about twelve years old, who came out of the tent a short time ago ?" asked Pompton.
"Naw," returned the man, curtly, paying little attention to the inquiry.
"But you must have seen her come out," said King.

"She came out alone, before the performance was over.

She had on a long tan-colored coat." "Aw, that kid?
Yes, I seen her, but I don't know where she went to." "But we must find her! She's my sister!" said Kitty, and the tears came into her eyes.
The doorman looked at Pompton.

"You ought to keep yer kids together, an' not let yer party get sep'rated." "It wasn't Pompton's fault at all!" cried King, indignantly.

"My sister came out here to wait for us, and of course she's around here somewhere.
She must be in one of the tents.