Then Jerry found that there were several acts going on, of which he had missed much.  When they had finished, another clown came along with a big head that looked like some kind of a bird’s head.  It was way up in the air on a long neck with a wide yellow bill that every now and then opened and showed a red tongue.

Almost in front of Jerry, the clown stopped, bent down his bird-head sidewise and suddenly gave a loud kiss to a little girl sitting on the end of the first row.

The little girl gave a shriek of surprise and terror and jumped from the seat and ran up the aisle back of Jerry, amid a roar of delight from the crowd.  The girl hid her face and refused to go back to the front row, despite the coaxing of her mother.

Jerry offered to let her have his seat.  He wasn’t afraid of the clowns.  Then the boy next to him got up and the woman and the girl took their seats while Jerry and the boy sat down in the front row, Jerry at the very end.  He would be close enough to touch Whiteface the next time he came around.

He had forgotten all about Danny and Chris and the trick Celia Jane had played on him.  He was so happy that he would willingly have shared with them the pleasure of seeing the circus and getting acquainted with Whiteface, if that had been possible.  He wished Kathleen and Nora and Mother ’Larkey could see it.  Never in all his life had he been so excited and so happy.  He wanted more and more.  If only the circus would never end!—­Anyway, not until he was too tired to stay awake one second longer.

Suddenly the band struck into a different air,—­one that set Jerry’s pulse to beating even faster.  It was like an echo from the past; he had heard it before.  It was the music he had thought he heard when he stood before the circus poster of the elephant jumping the fence!  Unconsciously Jerry began saying something softly under his breath.

And the elephants were coming!  Several clowns were running ahead.  Among them Jerry espied Whiteface, and in his excitement rose to his feet, as they came closer and closer.

As the band played on, words seemed to be coming of themselves to Jerry’s tongue, and in a sort of rhythmical chant he was repeating in time to the music as the elephants got directly in front of him: 

“Great Sult Anna O’Queen, in the jungle, Carryin’ water for the ellifants, Great Sult Anna O’Queen, in the jungle Carryin’ water for the ellifants.”

Jerry was aware that he was crooning, but did not know that he had risen to his feet and was repeating those two lines of verse out loud.

The band suddenly stopped playing, and in the ensuing silence the childish treble of Jerry’s voice was heard by every one in that section of seats saying: 

    “Great Sult Anna O’Queen, in the jungle,
       Carryin’ water for the ellifants.”

He had hardly finished the words when the leader in the line of elephants turned small, beady eyes towards Jerry, lifted up its trunk and trumpeted aloud.  Jerry was not frightened at all by that cry, but held out his arms toward the elephant, crying, “Up!  Up!  Sult Anna!” as though that were the most natural thing in the world to do and he had been doing it all his life.