Snoddy full
in the face as he passed, and Mr. Snoddy felt not at all reassured when
Tom Martin severely hinted that it was with the threatening glance of a
rival); then the badinage of the clown, creaking along in his donkey cart;
the terrific recklessness of the spangled hero who was drawn by in a cage
with two striped tigers; the spirit of the prancing steeds that drew the
rumbling chariots, and the grace of the helmeted charioteers; the splendor
of the cars and the magnificence of the paintings with which they were
adorned; the ecstasy of all this glittering, shining, gorgeous pageantry
needed even more than walking on your hands to express.
Last of all came the tooting calliope, followed by swarms of boys as it
executed, "Wait till the clouds roll by, Jennie" with infinite dash and
gusto.
When it was gone, Miss Sherwood's intent gaze relaxed--she had been
looking on as eagerly as any child,--and she turned to speak to Harkless
and discovered that he was no longer in the room; instead, she found
Minnie and Mr. Willetts, whom he had summoned from another window.
"He was called away," explained Lige. "He thought he'd be back before the
parade was over, and said you were enjoying it so much he didn't want to
speak to you."
"Called away?" she said, inquiringly.
Minnie laughed. "Oh, everybody sends for Mr.
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