Hank, he never missed a circus.
"Well," I says, "they wasn't no harm to ast, was they ?" "Well, you've asted, ain't you ?" says Hank.
"Well, then," says I, "I'd like to go to that there circus myself." "They ain't no use in me saying fur you not to go," says Hank, "fur you would go anyhow.

You always does go off when you is needed." "But I ain't got no money," I says, "and I was going to ast you could you spare me half a dollar ?" "Great Jehosephat!" says Hank, "but ain't you getting stuck up! What's the matter of you crawling in under the tent like you always done?
First thing I know you'll be wanting a pair of these here yaller shoes and a stove-pipe hat." "No," says I, "I ain't no dude, Hank, and you know it.

But they is always things about a circus to spend money on besides jest the circus herself.

They is the side show, fur instance, and they is the grand concert afterward.

I calkelated I'd take 'em all in this year--the hull dern thing, jest fur oncet." Hank, he looks at me like I'd asted fur a house 'n' lot, or a million dollars, or something like that.