I did not intend she should see me, and was surprised when she whispered to her brother, upon which he immediately looked in my direction and beckoned me to a seat in their party.
Oh, bliss! In another moment I was at her feet--sitting on the plank next lower than that which held her lovely form, with the dainty billows of lace and organdie rippling around me, and her little toes pressed into the small of my back.

Was this a common, vulgar circus--with a menagerie attachment?
To me it was the seventh heaven.
The clown leaped lightly into the ring, cracked his whip, and began his witticisms.

I heard him as one hears the murmur of the sea in his dreams.

The beautiful bare-back rider galloped, ran, jumped, smiled, kissed her hand, and trotted off the stage with Master Clown at her heels and the whole scene was to me only as a scene in a painting on which my eye casually fell.

The only living, breathing fact of which I was really conscious was that those blue eyes were shining like stars just over my head.
In the pauses of the drama, the lemonade man went by.