"I've made up my mind that
I won't go to any more circuses, _ever_! I don't believe in 'em as much
as I did."
That wasn't it yet,--he had not owned his Master in the answer. Neither
was Mr. Dewey satisfied.
"But, Tip, give us the _reasons_; this is such a sudden change,
you know."
"Well," said Tip, "I've been reading about them just now."
"About whom?"
"Why, them circus fellows. They're up here at the tavern; they're
drinking and fighting, and I don't know what; and I guess, by the looks
of things, they're pretty wicked. The book I was reading said, Don't go
near wicked men, turn around and go the other way; and I _mean_ to." And
with this Tip whisked out of the house and around the corner.
Mr. Dewey shrugged his shoulders.
"The world turns around, sure enough," he said at last.
"How do you know that?" and Mr. Minturn set his market basket on the
step, and fanned himself with his hat. "I'm my own boy to-day, you see;
give me something for my dinner. How did you find out that the world
turned around?"
"Why, Tip Lewis has taken to preaching against circuses.
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