“We never get to go no place,” muttered Danny gloomily.

“It costs money to go to places,” his mother explained, “and there’s no money in the house.  It’s all I’ve been able to do to put enough food in your hungry mouths to keep soul and body together and to get enough clothes to keep you looking decent and respectable.  I was counting on some money from Mrs. Green to-day, to buy a little meat for supper and get some more cough medicine for Kathleen, but she wasn’t satisfied with the dress and I’ve got to do part of it over before she will pay me.”

“Is Kathleen’s cough medicine all gone?” Jerry asked, suddenly feeling hot and uncomfortable.

“Yes, and she ought to have some more right this minute.  Summer coughs are bad things for babies.”

Jerry went to Kathleen and she welcomed him by raising her arms and gurgling at him.  He put his face gently against hers and she patted his head and tugged at his hair.

And all the time Jerry felt guiltier and guiltier and the half-dollar in his pocket seemed to become bigger and heavier.  He was relieved when he heard Celia Jane, recovered from her crying, asking: 

“Did you ever see a circus, Mother?”

“Yes, once.  Dan took me to see one in the city right after we were married.  If he was living, he would find a way to take you all and him liking the fun and the noise and the crowd and all.”

“Some day I’ll be big enough to earn lots of money and take us all to the circus,” asserted Danny.  “And Jerry, too.”

“Sure and you will,” his mother said.  “And now, if you children will pick me some gooseberries, I’ll make you a gooseberry pie for supper.”

Jerry did not join the rest in the scamper for cups and a pan nor follow them out into the back yard.  He patted Kathleen’s head and then went into the kitchen when he had heard the screen door slam and knew the Mullarkey children were all out of the house.  He took down a bottle from the shelf by the table and slipped quietly out to the street.

When he was out of sight of the house he looked to see if the half-dollar were still in his pocket.  The sight of it made him recall vividly all the joys that he would miss if he didn’t get to see the circus.  He took the coin out of his pocket and looked at it and the longer he looked the slower grew his pace.  Then he thought of Kathleen and the summer cough that Mother ’Larkey said was bad for babies, and his lips suddenly closed in a firm, straight line.  He clutched the half-dollar tightly in one hand, the bottle in the other, and set out as fast as his legs would carry him.  He did not dare waste a moment for fear the temptation to change his mind would prove too great to be resisted.

Not once did he slacken speed till he reached the corner drug store.  Speechless for lack of breath, he passed the bottle over the counter to Mr. Barton.

“Well, Jerry, what is it this time?” asked the clerk.