Ta, ta, Casey. Don't stay out in the rain.
You'll melt your bones, if you've got any."
David, somewhat depressed and very thoughtful, got into a portion of
his clown's dress under the direction of his instructor, who was
unusually cross and taciturn.
As they started for the deserted ring, Joey took the boy's arm and
said, with a diffidence that was almost pathetic:
"Jacky, I--I want you to be nice to my gal. She's never 'ad no chance
to associate with a real toff. It ain't 'er fault, poor gal; it's the
life we leads. These 'ere circus people are as good as gold, Jacky;
I'm not complaining about that. But they ain't just exactly wot I want
my gal to grow up like. Not but wot she's growed up already so far as
size is concerned. But she's not quite eighteen. She's been in the
show business since she was two. Her mother and 'er grandmother afore
'er, too. But the business ain't wot it used to be. I want 'er to get
out of it. I don't want 'er marrying some wuthless 'Kinker' or even a
decent 'Joy.' Mrs. Braddock 'as done worlds for 'er, mind you, but
it's the men she's associated with that I objects to.
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