For The Price of a Sixpence
“Roll up, roll up!” called out the barker, as though he thought the crowd was an obstinate blind. “See all the great horrors of the earth, gathered together under the same roof, for the first time ever…!” “It’s all a jib, mister,” said the fair-haired boy, tugging at the sleeve of the man’s suit, as he stopped to listen to the spieler reeling off names as he pointed to obscure portraits upon an age-worn poster that was sewn onto the side of the great circus tent, before which he stood, upon
