CHAPTER X.
"Enter not into the path of the wicked." Kitty hung on the gate and watched them pass by,--the long train of high waggons with grated windows, out of which strange animals peered with their great, fierce eyes; the two elephants in their scarlet and gold blankets; the tiny ponies tossing their shaggy manes; the splendid carriage drawn by eight gaily blanketed, gaily plumed, dancing horses, and every seat filled with splendidly dressed men and women; the bright red band-waggon, with the sun glittering over the wonderful brass instruments and turning them into gold.

Kitty watched all this,--watched, and listened to the loud, full bursts of music, until her heart swelled and bounded.

She sprang from the gate, and stamped her foot on the ground.
"I wish--oh, I wish I could go!" she almost screamed at last.

"I want to--I _want_ to! Oh, I never wanted to go anywhere so bad in my life!" "I reckon you'll take it out in wanting," said her mother, who had also leaned on the fence and watched the show pass by.

"Folks who have to dig as I do, from morning to night, just to get something to eat, don't have any money to spend on circuses." Kitty shook her head with rage.