like the circus, but it ain't just the sort of life for a boy, neither.
"You don't stay still in one place long enough to like anything. You can't get any sort of roots. You—you"
Seeing that Pickles and Beany were looking very much dismayed, Freckles changed the subject. "Oh, the circus people are bully," he said. "They are the best folks in the whole world, only a feller like me ought to be going to school and making friends. But I am going to ask Mr. Williams for some tickets for you, Beany and Pickles, and after the show we will go out to the old pile of lumber where we sat a year ago, and I will tell you all about it. I have got to get Sir Wilton and go to the lot now. Guess I won't have any trouble in finding this lot. So long, fellers."
Freckles had tipped his chums off not to say anything about his being with the circus, so that not half a dozen people in the great audience recognized him as the freckle-faced waif from the poor-farm
