I haven't seen any posters." "Mark Riley's been goin' to put up them bills sence day 'fore yesterday," said Anderson Crow, with exasperation in his voice, "an he ain't done it yet.

The agent fer the troupe left 'em here an' hired Mark, but he's so thunderation slow that he won't paste 'em up 'til after the show's been an' gone.

I'll give him a talkin' to to-morrer." "What-fer show is it ?" asked Jim Borum.
"Somethin' like a circus on'y 'tain't one," said Anderson.

"They don't pertend to have animals." "Don't carry a menagerie, I see," remarked Gregory.
"'Pears that way," said Anderson, slowly analysing the word.
"I understand it is a stage performance under a tent," volunteered the postmaster.
"That's what it is," said Harry Squires, the editor, with a superior air.

"They play 'As You Like It,' by Shakespeare.