To be hongry at the stomach, that is made better when you eat cakes, do you see, or _pot_atoes.

But when the heart is hongry, then--ah, yes, that is ozer thing." And she nodded again, and glanced up at the attic window, and sighed.
It was a long time before she spoke of her past life; but when she found that Petie had no sharp-eyed mother at home, only a deaf great-aunt who asked no questions, she began to give him little glimpses of the circus world, which filled him with awe and rapture.
It was hardly a real circus, only a little strolling _troupe_, with some performing dogs, and a few trained horses and ponies, and two tight-rope dancers; then there were two other musicians, and Marie herself, besides Le Boss and his family, and Old Billy, who took care of the horses and did the dirty work.

It was about the dogs that Petie liked best to hear; of the wonderful feats of Monsieur George, the great brindled greyhound, and the astonishing sagacity of Coquelicot, the poodle.
"Monsieur George, he could jump over anything, yes! He was always jump, jump, all day long, to practise himself.

Over our heads all, that was nothing, yet he did it always when we come in the tent, _pour saluer_, to say the how you do.

But one day come in a man to see Le Boss, very tall, oh, like mountains, and on him a tall hat.