When London Sleeps — page 35: what you’re looking at

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Paap A BIT OF A CIQUETTE. ‘(The house has picked up wonderfully, mother,” he said, ‘‘at half time. They know our Queenie don’t appear till late, so they hang back. It’sa mis- take. We’ll have to give her an earlier turn.’? ‘Bless her!’ replied Mrs. Jones, fervently. “I don’t know how the circus would get on without her. -What’s on now?”? ‘“Ten minutes interval.”? | Mrs. Jones turned toward Sammy with as severe an expression as her pleasant face could assume. His attentions to Carrie had not escaped her, and she was not pleased with them, for she looked much higher for her daughter, which was only natural. ‘‘Here, Sammy,’’ she said, coldly, ‘‘when you’ve done with our Carrie, perhaps you’ll go to your dregs- ing tent and wash your face. . Here’s some hot water and a bit of plaster for you.”? saminy took the articles and was about to move off when Jonesio called to him. “Hurry up, Blythe. Funny Freddie has got too much booze again, and you’ll have to clown it for Miss Corrode.”’ sammy shivered, He felt that he had had quite enough experience of the ring for one evening. ‘‘T don’t know anything about clowning,’ he said, sulkily. ‘‘Never clowned in my life.”? “Oh, be just as funny as you are when you try to be a graceful athlete,’’ said Jonesio, cheerfully, ‘‘and the audience will die.of laughing.” ‘Thanks, Sorry I don’t suit.’ He looked so woe-begone that Carrie took pity , oars him. icbooks = (ele) (ee)