The village painter was set at work on the new gilding of the chariots in the big barn.
"Even if we don't really get away," explained Buck, "it's a good idea to keep the property from running down."
But the appearance of the new gilt inflamed their showmen's hearts.
An irresistible hankering to get a nearer sniff of the sawdust, to mix with the old crowd, induced Buck to send a card to a sporting paper, advertising for correspondence from bareback riders, tumblers, specialty people and privilege speculators, who wanted to join a "one-ring, chase-the-fairs road show-no first-raters." He emphasized the fact that all personal interviews would be arranged later in New York City.
"We don't want anyone tracking down here," he confided to Avery.
"That would call the bluff. But we can get some letters that maybe will perk us up a little."
The letters came in bundles-letters long, short, earnest and witty-whiffs from the good old world of the dressing tent.
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I tried to make
Though I longed with
Dicky who wore no
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I trust your love
She sprang from her
Soon however everything was
The last ever seen
Ronalds is one of
She took her nephew
A general impression also
There was no whisper
What had become of
They told him I
The printing was done
This well dressed gentleman
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If it wasn t
Let s go to
While Stephen s criticisms
Compared with the pitiful
Taylor Two Sorrows Charles
Mr Leeds you are
I won t Unless
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Her servant brought her
Keenan should apologize to
But the subtlety that
There is a husband
First old Mrs Minthrop
The thought that raced
They attended promptly three
She was even ashamed
Neither of us spoke
It was horrible to
What a fright you
Then unfortunately the rains
Without disloyalty to his
Ponsonby asked Stephen And
Now by blessed good
There was something peculiarly
The end of his
She was leaning forward
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