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" like a cat in a strange garret!" exclaimed Matt, as he walked up and down behind the counter on a raised platform he and Andy had placed there. "This is like going into cold water an inch at a time. I would rather plunge in head first."

"Then here goes," cried Andy, catching up an accordion that stood close at hand. "Let us see what we can do toward drawing a crowd in. There must be something going on, for the streets are filling up with people."

"There is a cheap circus to exhibit. I saw the posters. Perhaps they intend to give a parade."

"Most likely. Get your banjo, Matt, and let us give them our best selection."

Matt did as requested; and as the music rang out those on the pavement began to pause, and half a dozen stopped at the open door and peered in.

"Come right in! Come right in!" shouted Andy.