What was he to me, or I to him?
Noisy boys or verdant farming youths might patronize him at their will--I slaked my thirst with deep draughts of a nectar no lemonade-fellow could dispense at two cents a glass.

While the cannon-ball man was catching a ten-pound ball between his teeth, and the boneless boy was tying himself in a double bow-knot, I was pleasing myself with images of the darling little Spitz I would seek, purchase, and present to Miss Flora in place of the one who had thoughtlessly swallowed my fish-hook.
"Were you ever in love, young man ?" suddenly asked the clown, after the india-rubber athlete had got tired of turning himself, like a dozen flap-jacks on a hot griddle.
The question startled me.

I looked up.

It seemed to me, as he eyed me, that he had addressed it particularly to me.

I blushed.